Tropical Moon

I could be a hula girl

I’d give my grass skirt a twirl under the tropical moon

My coconuts would sway to the sound of the waves in the bay under the tropical moon

I hope I get there soon

At night the sand is cool under my feet as they dance to the sound of the beat under the tropical moon

The fire is burning bright and the stars light up the night under the tropical moon

I hope we get there soon

The palm trees sway above our heads under the tropical moon

May this vision serve as a thread to weave a new tapestry of reality

I’d place it above my bed like a tropical moon

Goodnight, tropical moon

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