The Spell of Mexico

The heat of the blazing sun beats down upon the sands

On the beaches along the coast of Mexico’s Cancun.

Lazy days, drinks in hand, it’s where life has no demands;

Summers like these are few and never come too soon.

Sailboats drifting swiftly across the crystal blue waters

While a multitude of peddlers sell homemade wares.

There’s nothing as wonderful as this side of the border

Where the people are so kind and beyond compare.

Nights under the stars with the soft sound of waves,

Colors of music drifting to fill the hearts of all.

It’s something for which my soul will always crave

And with the utmost fondness shall always recall.

The lush heat and beauty of Mexico’s coast compels

And beckons to me in summer, weaving me in its spell.