Lyric

Morning syrup spills across the boardwalk tiles

Mango pulp shines lacquered under sunlit miles

Palm crowns cast short shadows on warm sand lanes

Blue sky drips into the harbor, glossy plains

Ice beads sweat on a glass with lemon rim

Crimson straw threads curl where the juices skim

Market crates stacked high in primary rows

Paper fans flick light where the salt wind blows

Yellow sun, yellow fun, bright on every run

Red rind, red sun, colors flash, colors stun

Blue sea, blue light, glide and catch the sight

Green palm, green bright, day spills into light

Mango splash, pulp and peel

Juice like paint on the reel

Tap the beat, color snap

Sunlit frames, summer map

Boarded cabanas hum in coral tone

Glass beads scatter, chrome reflections hone

Spoons of sorbet glint in noon-high heat

Hibiscus collars line the shaded seat

Stereo palms keep a crisp, clean tap

Chromatic surf rolls under barefoot track

Open stalls, bright crates smell of sugar sun

Peel the fruit, glossy arcs in open run

Neon absent, daylight holds the chrome

Tiles shine like colored plates from home

Paper boats float in syruped alley turns

Palm oil gloss where every shoreline burns

A fisherman mends a net of lemon thread

Shadows are short, the sky a heavy spread

Yellow sun, yellow fun, bright on every run

Red rind, red sun, colors flash, colors stun

Blue sea, blue light, glide and catch the sight

Green palm, green bright, day spills into light

Mango splash, pulp and peel

Juice like paint on the reel

Tap the beat, color snap

Sunlit frames, summer map

Glass cools, bright halos rim the day

Paper lids tilt back, syrup slides away

Palm silhouettes hold steady on hot rails

Color settles flat across the pail

One last spoon draws a stripe of lemon gold

Day keeps its palette, clean and bold