Summertime morning, refreshes, renews Water droplets poised on leaflets, kissed by the sweet morning dew Mist hangs heavily in the warm humid air Natures sweet serenity unfolds on display without any cares Cloudless day, orange sunburst before me lies Oh how wish, I could run in the sky To play among the heavens and greet each day With reckless abandon, come what may Carried upon the jet stream winds Flows like a river over my body, absolves me from sins Even if just for a moment, to experience the flight that will carry me home, on the wings of the night to rise above the land, bid it a sweet goodbye to follow my dream, of running in the sky

John P. Zawitoski 8/19/99