When the night waves goodbye

And chickens cry,

Joy sprinkles as the sun rise.

I wake up to the devine smell of rice,

Cooked with love and care.

Scrumptious and rare.

One step outside,

Triggers warmth beside,

The feel of a home,

An Island and a dome.

Fenced with peace

and accompanied by bliss.

The breeze of air adds spice,

I just love how she makes it nice.