There is no winter only cool breeze,
Where most holidays are spent on the beach

There is no fall just grass not growing
The sweet smell of grass mowed is gone for now

The summer is hot and your skin feels like burning
Make-up is melting and water you need to be drinking

When rain pours you know it's the afternoon storm
Everybody on the road yield sign is blaring

Slower than 40 even on the left lane
Watch out for the merger they are not here to play

Life is a beach
Where palm trees are growing

We only have 2 seasons its indoors or out
Its never crisp like the Fall, I doubt.

HL Sept2016