Mexico

The water washed the white sand

With a clear sigh from the sea

I lay upon a lounge chair

Letting the sun rays rest on me

I listened to the birds

Singing in a tropic tree

The breeze rustled through the palms

And lifted away the heat

At night the stars were clear

From a different point of view

While music filled my ears

With a foreign tune

I sat in perfect bliss

Drinking coloda ‘neath the moon

How the teatro lights were vivid’

I know I won’t forget them soon

As night pushed on, the crickets sang

Under the great cabana

The dancing began

We sipped our drinks

And the live band played

While on the porch, by a lizard,

The hammock swayed.