Beneath Florida's Sun: A Farewell to the Annual Conference
In the heart of Florida's warmth, where orange groves scent the air,
The Annual Conference's tale concludes, with a final flair.
Registration's doors are sealed, no more seats beneath the palm,
The guest list full, the curtain falls, in this sunshine-drenched charm.
The waitlist, like a gentle breeze, has faded from the scene,
But worry not, adventure-seekers, for there's still a dream.
In the Fall Forum's glow, where innovation takes its flight,
The journey continues, new horizons gleaming bright.
So raise a glass, you seekers bold, to Florida's radiant glow,
For though one chapter ends its tale, another soon will flow.
In this land of endless wonder, where dreams and wishes soar,
The magic lives, the spirit thrives, along this vibrant shore.
