In Boquete, where breezes play,
Coffee blooms scent the day.
Mountains high, skies so blue,
Clouds like cotton balls in view.

Tiny frogs with mighty croak,
In lush green forests, not a joke.
Rainbows arch, birds sing tunes,
Under the bright Panamanian moons.

Here, the beans grow rich and bold,
In valleys deep and stories told.
A hummingbird’s swift, fleeting flight,
Brings smiles wide, hearts alight.

In Boquete, life’s a charming feat,
Where every day is oh-so-sweet,
With coffee strong and laughter light,
In this paradise, pure delight!

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