Island Swag
On an island, the sun kisses the sand,
Where waves dance to a beat so grand.
Palm trees sway in a gentle breeze,
Island swag is the spirit that frees.
Barefoot walks on coral strands,
With a conch shell cupped in tanned hands.
Laughter echoes through the Jah meckya air,
As the sunset paints a picture rare.
A hammock sways beneath the moon,
Stars above in a silent chune,
Coconut drinks and reggae’s embrace,
Island swag sets a soulful pace.
From dawn’s light to dusk’s soft glow,
Irieman move with a rhythm they know.
It’s a vibe, a groove, a laid-back charm,
Island swag is the heart’s warm balm.
No rush, no hurry, just taking it easy,
Letting the island’s cool waters flow.
In every step, in every laugh and flag,
Lives the essence of island swag.
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