Catch me where the Wildlings are;

People from different worlds come from near and far.

Where the sun shines all day and the temperature is just right.

Folks come out to play, under the stars every night.

We have sunkissed skin of all different hues.

Dancing to melodies under cotton candy skies: Pinks and Blues.

Colourful beams and lucid dreams.

To some, things are not how it seems.

As I remind them it is what you see,

It isn’t bizarre – it’s home to me.