From the lap of a lush mountain shinning

Runs a small river downstream flowing

Like a child happily running chattering

Always hopping and popping

A straight path she hates following

Each pebble touched goes meandering

Weaves her way thru flower heads dancing

A secret tale she seems to be sharing

Of a land left behind that was loving caring

Bids a final goodbye at the last big curving

There can be no going back gushes gurgling

Her sweetness lost at the point of meeting

The ocean it's saltiness all enveloping

To become one with the mighty ocean

She easily merrily gives up her own being

The coconut trees by the banks tall standing

Share the tales of her journey with the skies

Perhaps a loving message delivering

To the mountain sides left behind waiting