Palma de Majorca
Green? I thought it would be arid,
Agriculture and architecture both bonded in marriage,
Beautiful trees, short stumpy like knees,
Spike driven cactus, intertwining trees,
Fruit bearing trees cover the canvas,
Green, green, green.
Red? I thought it was hotter,
The wine, sweet but bold in its language,
Made on this island, gatekeeping their balance,
Just rich on the tongue and refreshing to see,
Great wines will always accompany the meals,
Cured meats and grapes, the perfect accompany.
Black? I thought it was darker
The night time is beautiful, its a peaceful haze
Street lights give comfort, warm air for lumber,
Night life is booming, yet to get grooving
Maybe I’ll dance into the night.
Blue? I thought it was warmer,
The water is cold, the sea and the pool,
Once you adjust, the feeling is gorgeous,
The escape from reality, the gecko runs astray
Blonde, Blonde, Blonde I thought my hair would stay?
Colour faded, but the fun was here to stay,
Cherish one another, it could be the last day,
Wing flap is pointing downwards, the ground moves fast away.
