Brazil’s Exposé

Green trees with green leaves
and purple clouds of fluff.
I wander through the autumn breeze
with a soul full of mischief.

Atop the footed hills of grey,
a lone wolf howls still.
I watch the sunset lined sky,
in the land of carefree Brazil.

The crimson dirt upon the ground,
sings softly with each step.
My heels sink in as I walk on,
and my sandals slip and schlep.

The tinted sun beats on my back,
a harsh glare burns my eyes.
I implore you all to come
and see this wonderful surprise.

Awake, Brazil in winter’s nigh;
arise in Summer’s wake.
Come morning and noontime,
you never will forsake.