Mountains embrace your land
Sun reflects your tan
Ocean touches your sky
Horizon is your apple’s eye
Day in Night falls
In the urban sprawl
Millions enchanted
By the beauty granted
Waves crawl your skin
Nature your lustful sin
Sand paves your feet
Jungle made of concrete
Theme of song
Place I long
Pride of nation
Land of vacation
Redeemer watches
standing still
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Author notes
Saturday, September 16th, 2006
