My Old San Juan

To see birds flying elegantly
Above the skies of Old San Juan,
They enjoy observing happily
The swimming of the swans.

Swans swim and seem
Thinking only of peace,
Relaxed still lead
Lives of happy dreams.

Trees give a sense of safety,
Breeze provides confort
To the spirits that flea
The heart on San Juan's fort.

Horses discovered new land!
If in the New World they can
Serve their nation with pride,
Their lives willingly supply.

Tainos have a family,
For them work restlessly
Without fear or pain,
'Cuase at the end of the day,
Together their heads can lay.

Reasons to  fight over Old San Juan?
Having from them no peaceful plan?
None of them fully mature
To comprehend their greed's allure.

Then the Spanish came
Again with their tricky games,
Started as peaceful foreigners,
Now keep us in dreadful chambers.

...

The water unable to manage to beauty of nature,
The Spanish drink and control both.
The Birds fear,
The Swans fear,
The Trees fear,
The Breeze fears,
The Spirits fears,
The Tainos fear,
The Water fears,
And the Noble Horses as well.

But none of them will stop for
The Bird still watches over the rest,
And the Swans still lead others.
And the Trees still protect from the storm,
And the Breeze still eludes to a better future,
And the Spirits still tell their stories,
And the Tainos still serve their masters,
And the Water still gives beauty for nature,
And the Horses are still loyal no matter what.

...

The Sun is shining,
And the rooster singing.
Waking up this morning,
Taking new beginnnings
To contemplate the elegance
Of Old San Juan's ignorance.