Hello, sweet morning, whom I open my eyes to
clouds like rosy strawberries up in the sky
kissed by a lemon sun and a melon moon
when the Earth turns itself each noon.
And the perfect sunshine that floats itself down
is a sugary lemonade like honey in pallor
the best kind of atmosphere for a citrus town,
who enjoys it outside like peaches under pavilion.
And the pear walls that make up this ville
with cherry lights to illuminate it till
the plum of night makes its exit;
All of it is watered and quenched
by a liquid delivered straight to its neck-
the Ambrosia Aqueducts.
So immortality to the verbatim philosophy
that laughter is the best medicine-
the truth behind those wisely words
is enough to cure any malady.