Palm trees sway under the afternoon sun's glare,
not a care in the world, aimlessly dancing, freedom abound.
The air is alive with the sounds of birds,
singing songs of life, good fortune, simplicity all around.
The sky struggles to stay blue in the light of the day,
shedding it's skin, revealing everything, wondrous rebirth.
Lonely geckos scuttle with with reckless abandon,
hastening the pace, on the move, flightless workmanship.
Peoples' moods remain cool despite natures intensities,
their hearts are chilled, beaming smiles, feathers unruffled.