Rarotonga
Swish,as the air flies past my face calmly,pushes my hair back.(Ratta Ratta) One of the fresh rough coconuts falls from the tropical trees.Rough ground,as hard as math questions,My face is starting to sizzle, like butter on a fresh Hot pancakes.Waves having races to they reach the top the flaky soft sand.Water getting pushed back as the people paddle on kayaks.Angelfish twirling around like little ballerinas.