Summer In Jamaica
The beacons of Caribbean ray
Made sunlight spins across this hot day
The heat arrives again between lush trees
Shedding their plump clothes leaves.
With dangling fruits on the branches
Bikes dance fluently around the hills.
Up through little towns and even villages
Part of the parishes looks like dishes.
Summer in jamaica wearing a grin
with flashes of torrential rain falling
Pools of water lay by the roadside
beneath the stream, a mist strode
Humidity blots out my vision
To the crystal crisp breaching ocean
Yellow bird in a cloud of immaculate stature
Swirl on the lookout for higher architecture
My pulse beat like a watch tower
Excitement racing over into the shore
Summer in jamaica raises the temperature
Into the high mosquito ceiling
Oxygen tight and drowning
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