Had a whale (literally) of an Easter weekend @ Trincomalee.                                                        Thought I’d share it in the form of a poetree.

Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me,
Of the world that we forget to see.
Of the beauty that cannot be painted,
And the miracles that we take for granted.

I always did wonder where the sun hides at night,
Till I saw him emerge from the Trinco sea to share his light,
Like a gracious hero every night he gives way,
For the moon to paint the sea shimmering silver with her ray.

Hypnotic canvas laid, she then put on her greatest most dazzling act, 
A performance for which with us she seems to have a pact,
Swallowing herself, only to teasingly reappear,
Reminding me, the miracles of the universe are truly beyond compare.

The joy of feeling the wind on your face,
Is also cause for immense praise,
Whether while riding at your own pace,
Or simply basking by the moonlight in raptured daze.

The gentle caress of the wave,
Is not much unlike how lovers would behave,
Lovingly stroking your body as if to apologize once more,
For the hurt she caused in the winter of 2004.

One morning I ventured far into the sea,
Torpedoes I thought were coming at me,
But if torpedoes were as harmless as a sperm whale,
Then would it not be a beautiful world to sail?

Where else will you find deer grazing so free?
Or a peacock perched by an open tree?
The marvelous mammoth statue of Lord Shiv,
That is inspiration enough for anyone to live.

Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me,
Of the many colours of the sea,
Of the beauty that cannot be painted,
And the miracles that we should not take for granted.

Here are visuals to the verses.

Beauty that cannot be painted (from verse 1)

Saw the Sun emerge from the Trinco sea to share his light (from verse 2)

Moon painting the sea shimmering silver wither her rays (from verse 2)

Whale Tale (from verse 6)

Deer grazing so free, peacock perched by the tree (from verse 7)

The marvelous mammoth statue of Lord Shiv, is inspiration enough for anyone to live (from verse 7)

Last but not least a word on Chaaya Blu,                                                                                                  A staff always smiling and a view so true,                                                                                                   The days passed by, I knew not how my time flew.

View from Chaaya Blu, Trincomalee