The sun is hot, and on our backs
we've oiled the skin -- human
solar panels turning heat
to energy. Our cells are full
enough to power us to life.
We stand up slow -- the giddy
heat could waste us -- and
we climb the fiberglass and
catch our balance...
Shock of cold,
impact of skin,
sixty feet of blue slap us.
Up and off, over the edge
we play and splash, jump and dive,
until the shock is gone, and
we again, devoid of Sun, recharge.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Solar Energy is good
Taco Bell is too
Get your energy fresh from the Sun.
Don't wait 60 million years.
Oh, was it supposed to rhyme or something.
It keeps your electric bill from being mean
Its a smart thing to do
It helps keep us breathing clean
I use it how about you
