The Seychelles

I promised myself, when I was young,

on a list of dreams yet to be spun,

to visit one day, to see if you were true,

emerald shores with shades of blue.

That childhood wish was fulfilled with glee,

island-hopping through the shimmering sea.

Vibrant tropics, vivid and bright,

paradise life, surreal, dreamlike.

A mid-ocean haven with tropical weather,

no pirates in sight, but you may find their treasure.

An ancient palm forest, huge seeds to be found,

reefs and reserves where marine life abounds.

The seabed hums a melody,

as soft waves dance in harmony.

Ocean gardens, bright and bold

a living story, a sight to behold.

Giant tortoises, wise and old,

they run the place, or so I am told?

Statuesque boulders, warm to touch,

carved by time, they’ve witnessed so much.

A sweeping backdrop, lush and green,

nature’s own grand artistry.

Beneath the rays, the sunshine plays,

dancing light, in a sparkling haze.

Served with a smile, a delicious meal,

from sea to plate, a foodie’s thrill.

Flavours fresh with a little spice,

creole dishes, oh so nice.

Takamaka rum is a local-made treat,

best sipped at sunset, smooth and sweet.

Botanical gardens, hikes, and dives,

private tours, with a laid-back vibe.

Palm trees sway as trade winds sigh,

a whispered confession to the sky.

Saltwater meets the starlit sand,

a destination shaped by nature’s hand.

Under the glittering atmosphere so wide,

the fruit bats soar, the stars collide.

The Seychelles, my heart belongs to thee,

my childhood dream, now my reality.

- Amanda Shand