C by Clarissa

Sri Lanka Hectares of historic tea plantations, stretches of unspoilt beaches, bellowing surf and swell, a jungle with such density it reflects scenes from Jurassic Park and a proud nation full of overlapping communities, religions and cultures.  My most recent trip to Sri Lanka, April 2019 marked my 9th visit to this island of which, like many others, I call ‘my happy place’. The smell of thick humidity and island freedom sticks to you instantaneously, replenishing ones soul within seconds - raw, real emotion. A country where the sound of motor horns are drowned out but the very visuals you encounter within them, the overpowering beauty of the natural landscape, the people, the carryings on in their way of life. An explosion of sound, smell and sight that fills your mind and body with a magical energy - an energy that the country exudes all by itself.  Somewhere, somehow, someone, made a cruel and devastating decision to disrupt the balance of this land sending shock

Red earth soil as raw as can be,  Prehistoric landscapes encompassing desert, jungle and vast open sea. An expanse of land so dense and wild,  Every element of nature so beautifully designed and compiled.  I believe in energy in both the earth and the soul,  When my feet hit the earth in this African kingdom I start to feel whole. Senses become alight, each burning with light and fire, Singing from within like an orchestral choir.  The sun rises with such prominence and hope,  Setting in almighty colour at dusk over the savannahs and dainty antelope. The night sky is born and the universe above is awoken,  The density of stars brining tranquility before the new daylight is broken. Stricken with poverty but blessed with natural riches and wealth,  The magic of this place should be savoured with every last breathe. Barren in political justice where heads of those should be bowed in shame,  Yet an overflow of strength and courage from those wit

The tiny pieces that make up the worlds significant sands,  The millions of tiny fragments that spread across the lands.  These precious wonders created over the expanse of time,  Will diminish and dissipate among other natural beauties as a result of our own human crime.  The seashells which once belonged to the ocean and the creatures below, Will never belong to the generations to come for I fear of destruction and sorrow. Tumbling and spinning around and around,  They are the gift of the sea and the essence of the seashore sound.  Billowing waves curling into the coast,  Never underestimates the power and strength the ocean does boast.  The source of life and an ever moving mass of magic,  Yet we continue to ignore the irreversible damages we are causing and this is simply tragic.  Minute by minute, day by day, a little more is taken away and a little more is destroyed,  We forget to realise that eventually if not soon we will create our very own global