Boracay

When on that first of May afternoon,

We had to leave Boracay so soon;

I felt so lonely as one forlorn,

For the time that passed can't be reborn.

Petty memories that deck my mind,

Are but precious tokens I can find 

Of the blissful place we left behind,

With images in my heart enshrined.

The clean, white sands clinging to my feet,

Sunset where the sea and the sky meet;

Sand castles by the shore proudly greet,

Welcoming sightseers to a treat.

I shall always fondly remember,

Those fun-showered moments of summer;

And cherish through the changing weather,

The hours of communion with nature.

The morning mist that shields the sun's rays,

The evening fog that enshrouds the trees;

The blue water glimpsed from the terrace,

Boracay is blessed to have all these.