Central Park Bike
May 10, 2023
The wheels are turning
The sun is shining
The only thing I hear is the sound of the wind
Spring is in the air
The butterflies are chasing each other
The flowers are blossoming
Runners are running
The grass is covered with people
The red light turns green
An older man passes me while dancing on his scooter
I take my hands off of the handlebars
A biker zooms by me
Tiny petals fall gently from the trees
Then the petals stir wildly from the pavement
A bee buzzes near my vision
The clouds are spread across the sky like toothpaste
A bird soars freely in the sky
Spring is in the air!
