With every degree that goes up so goes my longing.
For water, for the breeze
For the salt.
With every blossom that perfumes I feel their colors.
Pink, blue and red, all cleaning up
The Grey mess.
With every ray the sun shines, my soul burns
In exasperation, in wanting
In warmth.
With every step on green grass I can spy the birds
I hear the music and I feel alive.
With every fresh breath I breath
I am curious to see where each day
This season will bring me.
With every note of every song
I remember that this summer I am free
And you are not around
to kill me.
