Daughter of the sea

In the air, a soft, warm breeze.
In the breeze, a gentle sound.
In the sound, a name of love.
In the name, some profound,
pure and sweet gift of grace,
for all times remembered well.

In such a gift, an island sea
of gracious hills and tropic dreams.
A place to turn to, when far away,
to ignore all pain in limpid streams,
its golden shores and sandy ways
of luscious forest and palms of faith.

Such the young tenacious girl
born upon a time of tenderness.
The brightest sun, the mountains
touched that day in endless song
of light, and there were fountains
of joy spilling life for long.