The Sight

I see the hills stand like huge walls

As the banana trees paint them

Flamboyant flowers in gardens

Dance to the rhythm of the day

A hummingbird hovers around

Hunting for the honey-nectar

Lamp posts stand like strong policemen

Ready to guard the streets at nights

With their torchlights to give guidance

Along the road people patrol

And the vehicles passing by

It is a sight golden and clear

A gilt colour from high above