Summer

The warm sun's shining down on me
Slowly taning my face
Tar covers the ground where I am sitting
With white stripes beneath my feet
A cool breeze slowly caresses the tree
As not to hurt the leaves
While the grass dances
On the other side of the road
There's a truck beneath the tree
Nothing seems to disturb that truck
While he rests so quietly beneath it
Not me, not the road, not the wind, not the sun
Because the tree and the truck
They are one

by Brighenti
posted on 06/17/2008