Maybe one day I'll go
To the Sandy beached of Florida,
where the sun warms your face and the sand tickles your feet

Or perhaps I'll go to the Carolina Mountains, where you go so high you can overlook everything, and the humid air smells fresh and earthy

I could also go to the icy slopes of Colorado, where frozen winds sting your face and the snow is like sugar

Maybe I shall go to the boardwalks of New Jersey, where the salty air mingles with the smell of baking pizza

I could go to the vibrant streets of New York, with insane fashion and huge lights

Or I could stay in Georgia, with the quiet rolling hills and warm summers.