Tacoma

Salty fresh air, cool breeze blows,

Trees left and right, ocean flows.

The best childhood to give,

Daring to believe that fairies live.

Magic warms you belly to heart,

Leaving would simply tear one apart.

Where else is high school a palace?

Orcas pose midair, free of malice.

Enchanted forest, nursery rhyme park,

Ride a ferry see yellow jellyfish against dark.

Sweet fruits blossom, berries to pick,

Scent of rain needs no candle nor wick.

Circus of elephants in a large dome, Walking down streets, feeling at home.

Growing up one long memory of good,

Tacoma, you'll always be my neighborhood.