The birds begin to sing;

you make your way 

out the garage door 

with an old blue bike, 

and down the eerie road 

you like to call “Snake Hill”.

The road is filled

with loose rubble, 

dangerous potholes, and 

gnarly trees that hunch over at the base.

Out of the murky trenches

and there you see it; 

the rainbow-marbled monument 

that marks the greatest hill 

of Luuwit View Park. 

As you ride past the plentiful fields

of freshly-cut, drizzled-on grass 

and a worn-out skateboard rink, 

the warm sun gradually makes its return

to greet you.

You smile big; 

the corners of your mouth 

pulling to the widths of your face,

unbeknownst to the crisp winds

jabbing at you from ahead.

There, you spot

a dark murder of crows

cutting through the mellow sky. 

They flew into the distance 

of what seemed to be Heaven.

Sun-kissed wheat, ivory dandelions, 

and amber-dyed butterflies 

scattered along a vast meadow; 

the lightsource of Earth 

casting away 

the root shadows.

With short, adolescent legs 

that barely touch the ground, 

you manage to stabilize yourself 

to take in Mother Nature’s finest.