The Wanderer's Sanctuary

A weary soul adrift on life's rough tides,
He roamed the shores, no place to call his own.
Until amongst the dunes and ocean's brides,
A stately mango tree stood all alone.

Beneath its sheltering verdant canopy,
He made his humble resting place to be.
The generous branches nourished readily
With sunset-blushed fruits that fell freely.

No longer bound by life's incessant roam,
This sunbaked paradise became his home.

The swaying fronds provided nature's dome,
As if the tree itself bid "Welcome, come."

Each dawn he woke to gulls' cry overhead,
With rinds as plates and beach as salted bed.
The mighty tree's great bounty gladly shed -
Its dangling mangoes were his daily bread.

No more a wanderer lost without a place,
The tree had taken him in its embrace.
A sunny reawakening at nature's pace,
Where simple joys illumined his sun-kissed face.

This stretch of shore became his whole vast world,
The mango tree's green flag of peace unfurled.
At one with ebbing tides around him swirled,
A castaway made anew, his life re-furled.