Paradise

Where the palm trees sway
And the water is crystal clear
While the sun beams down
And the waves is all you hear

As the boats sail by
While you bask in the sun
Sipping margaritas till
The whole glass is done

The warm tropical breeze
Blowing in your face
Thinking about how you
Never want to leave this place

A pretty pink flower
Is resting in your hair
While eating fresh picked fruit
Watching dolphins jump in the air

The sun begins to set
As the clouds start turning pink
This must be paradise because
I didn’t have to work or think