The sight of Costa Rica

THE SIGHT OF COSTA RICA

The mountains of green and browns
Spread widely far, as far as (the) eye could catch
The houses of wood, with plastic crowns
Shown like small dots,
And sunk in bluish air

The sight of lazy cows, schmoozing,
Looking at cars pass and feeding on grass-green
At times you’d see the goats and hear a crows
Praising common death
And having meals

You’d look, you’ll spot a form in clouds
Walking on the roads, unseen by human eye
Like ghosts of guardians they are appearing
And vanishing in distance
Of silenced atmosphere
And in the midst of such peace and quiet
The roaring sound of an underground hidden life
Is shaking trees and skies, and all around;-
Puffing with their fire
Volcanoes on their throne

And yet, the soften waves of ocean
Where eyes and mind can set to rest in peace
Will take you to the place where no emotions
Will interfere with harmony
Of Costa Rica’s “danger” land

Dusty roads and dreary rainy seasons
A darken rain forests, where trees are standing tall
A monkey’s chanting sound, sunny beaches
An alligators smorgasbord,
Its all a part of Costa Rica’s call!