I miss jungle treks and whale watching,
I miss the sun and sudden rains,
I miss reading in the hammock,
Taking a siesta til late.
I miss smoked fish for breakfast,
the salty breeze on my head,
poisonous frogs in the bromeliads,
watching the sun rise from my bed.
I miss silver skies and black sand,
blue mountains out of reach,
I miss the lush green trees of the jungle,
maybe it was all a dream.
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