Sand as soft as silk below his leathered feet,
waves that dance like flames provide a steady beat.
He sits in peace beneath a coconut tree,
to ponder life’s wonders like the divine she.
Fishing boats disappear in the auburn sun,
then tourists tan take tiny tabs to tell them.
A little boy with wondering ears and eyes,
he felt something deep within was to arise.
That little boy picks and pockets shells to keep,
as tokens of an island his heart did reap.  
For so long his aching soul cried to go home,
return to the country where he was first born.