The wide lagoon in which the island lies
Changes its colours with the changing skies
And, lovely beyond belief, 
The dazzling surf upon the outer reef
Murmurs its lonely, timeless lullaby
Warning the heart perhaps that life if brief
Measured against the sea’s eternity.

In the lagoon beneath the surface grow
Wild fantasies of coral, to and fro
And, lovely beyond all praise,
The vivid fish interminably graze:
Rubies and emeralds, yellows, blues, and mauves
Endlessly nibbling at the coral sprays
Endlessly flitting through the coral groves.

The coco-palms paint shadows on the sand
Shadows that dance a languid saraband
And, lovely indeed to see,
Above the scented frangipani tree
The mountain’s silhouette against the moon
Who, as she saunters through Infinity
Traces a silver path on the lagoon.