Every year,
The sun shines a little brighter
Smiles grow a little wider,
Hordes of vacations - around
Golds of the sea sands ,
Pictures fill the feeds - while
Hawkers shower the streets ,
Golden is the glow - taking
Breaks are a vow,
Basking in the sun - while
Idling around the fun.
And then you get home, 
Try to Sing some more,
Breath a little easy now - my friend 
Life is breezy!