Soft Winds of Camiguin

Fanning out like a preening peacock's tail, the shimmering palm trees line up the shore as if screaming out to the waves, "encore!" Yonder, draped and shawled in moist, dark-green moss, stands tall a majestic mahogany, its leaves hum to the breeze a melody! Slender-stemmed leaves wag in the whistling wind, feathers float, in little swirls they flutter, in the grass, hops and stops the grasshopper!