Beneath the golden Floridian skies,
A sea of traffic unfolds where the palm trees rise.
The roads stretch wide, against a ribbon of sun,
Guiding the traveler until the day's done.

To the right they drive, in rhythm and grace,
Through cities and coasts, each a vibrant place.
As the ocean breeze whispers of dreams untold,
And the horizons shimmer in hues of gold.

There are toll roads which...