Well I skipped the day seven to make sure my Ballad will be long enough and I also realized that I need a little more time for it. I am glad I could finish it because Ben is bombing us already with a new task for the Day nine :-). So here we go:
These mornings are so different,
everything is so fresh and alive.
The barking dogs and bleating goats,
children heading to school, baby’s cry.
These mornings are so bright and green,
except some rainy days
when clouds are covering the sky
and the sun is hiding its face.
These mornings, oh these mornings here
since early the loud reggae sounds,
the rhythm is viral and calm
making my body and mind to wine.
A Rasta man is smoking weed,
the scent is strong and wild,
he greets people by bowing his head
placing his hand on his heart.
The taxi man is driving fast – “Wah gwan?” –
pressing roughly the horn while he speeds.
An old woman is selling veggie and fruit
she needs some money, something to eat.
Mackerel and rice, dumplings and butter,
porridge, patty and bulla,
ackee and fish.
What a simple but delicious food,
no complaints, no expecting more on the dish.
These mornings I am waking beside my king,
the sun is already warm and high.
The loud reggae sounds from the neighborhood,
thank God I can be here, in the Caribbean, truly living my life.
few words-uncountable colours 
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