Palm trees dance in the light breeze,
their trunks steady, their leaves not.
These trees silhouette the blue sea.
Tropical beauties in a land so hot.
A mountain peak reaches for the sky.
The sun sets and colors come to life.
With such beauty, my soul could fly.
I will hold it close in times of strife.
As I watch the sun and its dying light,
and the water which reflects the sun's last rays.
A smile flickers across my face at this sight.
I will remember this image for the rest of my days.
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