Tenerife,
Spain
Flying
through the sky
Sailing
along way up here
Just
down there below me
Fluffy
white filled puffs of air
Traveling
to an island
Where
I’ve never been before
Don’t
know what awaits me
Never
been through this door
There’s
an international rhythm
That
I notice in this land
Cars
not people move swiftly
And
a language I understand
Where
I walk there are no traces
Like
back home I tread concrete
Images
replace those cracked crevices
There
are tiles below my feet
Terracotta
graces the rooftops
Bright
white siding far and wide
Jewel
tone blue waters
Are
seen from every side
The
heavens are vast and flowing
Colors
seem to burst from the sun
Many
have seen this before me
I
am not the only one
I
have never touched a rainbow
After
the sky pours out the rain
I
want to touch the mountains
That
I see here in Spain
As
I stand here on this balcony
Coming
to visit my friend
In
God’s country at Los Geranios
This
cloud ceiling has no end
Feeling
this warm temperature
Taking
its time each day
Though
I am just a foreigner
From
thousands of miles away
So
yes I’ve come to see you
These
views beyond belief
The
places I’ve explored
I
am in love with Tenerife
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