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Hailing from the famously known Blue mountain in Kingston Jamaica . A small part of it called “Irish Town” I sat and wondered how good it must feel , to have absolutely no worries , no fear of what is yet to come and to determine how am I going to challenge this new quest for survival . Neglect and sadness abscond through my mind and paved the way giving percipience to a bliss of utopia . I closed my eyes as the cool mountain breeze passed by my face calmly , rest my chin on my elbow laid on my long golden legs , crossed in comfort . Inhaled the blue scented flowers that were bestowed beside me and captured the ambiance for what it was , Nature.

Not a person in sight for miles , just the white lonely road rendered with the hill behind me and the breathtaking view that I was privileged to glance upon once more .

We Jamaicans produce so much more than what is midst the eye . Our keen sense of vision for nature let us see what the creator has blessed us with , we then used it to our advantage and built our foundation. To show the world to live life and to not be a static to the living . It will always be embedded in our genes . As we are a nation of love , unity and strength .