The most colorful drive

Driving down the regatta road
Pastel sage trees sway with the balmy wind
My honey bee face tingles
With smoked turquoise tears
I look up at the usually leisure blue sky with amazement
At its end toward the setting sun a dark desert orange takes control
Set off with Rosita clouds of satin serenade
That melts my heart like raspberry touch
I let serene thoughts wash over me and leave the arctic pool behind
Coming to the end where antique gems and checkerberry kisses
Make whimsical songs of lyrical pink
Not even the falling rain can take me away from
The magical sea cliff of iced cranberry
That God has painted on the lace corsage of the sky