Race Into the Summer Clouds

There's a rose in my garden.
A garden full of color.
Birds chirp and leaves flee.
The wind blows the branches of trees.
I look out onto the sunny day.
It's noon, the sun was above my head.
Not a day to just lie in bed.
Summer is coming,
My legs feel like running.
I wanna bat, I wanna spike.
I wanna race down the road on my bike,
See hints of summer through my eyes,
And fly into the blue-eyed skies.

 

May 10, 2010