In a nest of canaries, a songbird
One that never sings a wrong note
An island of dreams
Or so it seems
Mountains, beaches, desert
Even a castle with a turret
La Geria – vineyards to the Gods
But even humans give nods
Sun, water, sand
Tourists getting tanned
Ochre predominant
Flowers are prominent
The place to retire
And never a need to light a fire
Lanzarote is Lizzie’s goal
The place she will rest her soul.