In the quiet hum of dawn's first light,

Beauty dances to the tambourine

 In the morning's sight

In dew-kissed petals and hibiscus,

Blooming bright,

A gentle whisper of natures delight,

Surprise and might.

The sun’s golden fingers softly caress,

Every blade of green grass, each leaf, no less,

In the Mento of symphony of a hummingbird's sweet song 

Beauty weaves a sunny melody, pure and strong.

The laughter of joyfully children, carefree and wild

Reflects the magnificent of a heart unbound,

In stranger's marigold smile, in eyes that glisten and shine,

Nature and people unfurl in connections divine.

In Portmore city streets where chaos strives and thrives,

Amidst the rush and bustle of minibus,

Loud blazing dancehall music

People waiting impatiently,

While loader men shouting

And pushing others on to the bus

That is where beauty lives and survives.

Along the concrete walls, plastered with graffiti of Bob Marley,

Ninja man, Beenie Man, Super Cat, Bounty killer,..

A masterpiece of ingenuity,

A celebration of art and black liberation

It is a reminder that beauty reigns supreme.

In rain-soaked pavements, and overflow of gullies

High sewage and homeless people

Vendor’s sweet talking passerby just for a sale

Nice aroma of Julie and East Indian mangoes

Serenading nostrils and taste buds

Dogs barking at every car rushing by

The sun is blazing extremely hot.

But to glare and even peek at the sky

In tired bodies, occupied minds

And wrinkled face of passerby

Everyday things, unnoticed by most

Holds a beauty that cannot be lost

So let us slow down, pause, and truly see,

The mystery that surrounds you and me

In each second and moment,

In every little thing,

Beauty’s grace forever sings.