A Spring Morning
Sunlight creeps
over fresh morning skin.
The sweet smell of rain
fills the air.
Flowers pop up from their cocoons
to show their colors to the world.
A motercycle zooms by
leaving a cloud of dust behind
for the children to chase after,
but then they drop off one by one none able to succeed.
I lie there...
staring at the ceiling
trying to decide weither or not to meet it all
and embrace the beautiful spring.
