My Coral Island

Where cool breeze blows Dancing springs break On the heart of stony rocks Soothing music serenades On the distant horizon Large waves of the sea Break at the feet of long sea shore A lone mango tree Finds reflections In the stillness of cool pond Counting the blooms On its branches And the seasons passed with cuckoos. Inevitable The mango tree Sheds its yellow leaves Every season Before becoming green With the new Blossoms appear anew Holding promises For the basketful of fruits That she will gift To the travelers Resting under its shade.