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!
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