Jamaica

The sun rises high over the tropical trees
White patchy clouds survey the blue sky,
Time drifts slowly into the clouded breeze
With the colors red, green and gold passing by.

Jamaica play a key role bringing out the sunshine
In a line like a drugstore, everyone finds a turn,
Some things are exquisite and far more exhilarating,
Increase pleasures in their own dirty little urn.

Effortless mesmerizing censored artistry
A rhythm of the night survives on what you can afford,
Jamaica encourages us all into the diverse mystery,
Oblivious of what is happening in the world.

Space out beyond outrage on an aesthetic stage
Doge the buildup of erasure that haunts the first drawn,
Poverty is painful to see the harm that exposes the age,
Where the challenge is a compatible adrenaline.

Jamaica, where the Caribbean eclipse many choices,
The unusual and the wise prompt a belly full of laughter,
In clever lyrics sing the parentage of iconic voices,
The hidden irony parades the asphyxiation atmosphere.

Hurricane watery waves ventured in and untidily out
To meet the light bright sunny summer glossy glaze,
Cultural transformation renders a true sense of the fight,
Facing another scorch and scarlet day opposite the haze.

In the measures of colorful faze the entertainment follows
Take a risk in a language of dark mysterious pedaling,
Something ire exhilarating, like peculiar crafted arrows,
Calm on top until you find something illusive provoking.

Sustain an emotional intensity, from a dramatic History
Left unfulfilled, trace ages deceptive complex and bold,
Exploration pages stain with guilty blood and piracy
Lost lore is forgotten in pursuit of ships and greedy gold.

But sunrise and sunset hours gives a stream of pleasure,
No need to use a telescope to see the stars going by,
A spectrum of beauty pass through shadows unaware
Of time watching the moon slowly rising in the sky.

Only a few inches from the eye like earliness perceived
Clouds pick the direction for their spotlight stares
Starring tourist disembark having to stop and stared,
Change cologne and playground clearing their leaves.

When the heat wave expand it further enhance our mind
Addressing society and the immediate aftermath,
Jamaica is like the haunting hunting treasures we find,
In our stomach feeling of excitement and out of breath.

Perfect alluring beaches creating unforgettable experiences
Island paradise, plantation colonies look upon turquoise seas,
Beyond the huge range of mountains lay breathtaking beaches,
A wealth of wood and water nestling in the shady degrees.

Seaside villages and towns escape to an oasis of tranquility,
Mango is grown, and Rum and sugar cane surround every home,
The rhythmic chant and charm move along with tropical beauty,
Nature gravitate to something mystical in every horizontal turn.

Jamaica in all picturesque glory has its own microclimate 
A state of easy-going nocturnal Art for everyone to enjoy,
From all walks of life portrait forms the recharge reggae beat,
Of that assimilating sound wandering out on the street to play.