Tropic of Cancer
The sun is a symphony!
Bright as the saints!
Beaming in orange and gold,
Bold as a timpani,
Void of restraints,
Awesome and mad to behold.
The sun in great majesty,
Towering high,
Regal and fearsome with fire,
Darkness a travesty,
Flown from the sky,
Pure as the cross on the spire.
Tropical ecstacy,
Showering heat,
Rendering bliss from above,
Sweat covered apathy,
Cocktails so sweet,
Oh what an excellent love!
adamdaniel 