Looks like hot Florida sun

Feels like frisky Alaskan air

No snow-

Nothing but a soft breeze

Clear days

Make starry nights 

And starry nights make resentment

Creating nothing but close minded souls

And soft smiles

Can't hear a sound

But can visulize the crystalized trees growing upon the sky

Stuck in the middle of it all

Wanting to take a chance

Because chances means rewards

And rewards mean success

Success all around this place

Full of pastel colors and boring nights

Down strikes

And your mind full of wonders shuts off

And you head back to that simple

Clear day.