The mooing of the cows wakes yuh up, yuh get up yawn, stretch and peeped out yuh window. The sun is coming up over the hills. Yuh get up, walked through yuh living room, the wooden floors creaking. Yuh walk out into yuh back yard to the orage tree, pick a few oranges, go back to yuh kitchen and squeeze dem oranges into a container, put a little sugar in there and stir. Get a glass and drop some icecubes in it then stand and yuh back door and look out onto the rolling tropical hills. Parrots sat in the trees, bees buzzed around a wild flower next to the mango tree. A caterpillar sat on a leaf, yellow and gold against the green. Yuh sipped yuh oranges juice, the sweet tang tickle yuh tongue. Yeam man, life in the tropical forest.