The sugar mountains tan in the sun.
The rivers bounce in the cool breeze.
The glowing hills are brighter then a light bulb
The flowers are lurking behind the sticks.
The trees Waltz together until there legs are sore.
Why did they make it sugar land?
How is it Formed?
If I was to live in it would I have a different life?
Pip and pop by Tanya Schultz.