Island Trek
A sailboat heading to a faraway land
The wind softly scolds, swaying to and fro
The breeze is cold, touching you so bold!
The horizon you can see over a sailboat’s direction
The clear sky is blue, with candy clouds glancing over you!Fishes in the ocean, dancing merrily under the sun.
The trees, the mangroves, stay quiet in solitude.
Crows playing endlessly in the air
Squirrels go hide and seek beneath the coco lodge trees!The unpretentious smiles and local HABARIs
Completes the Mafia Island Breeze!
