Getting High

A cool, refreshing mist of rain Bathed my face while I raced along A beaten path to Sand Island. The Day lilies and Campions Smiled from their clustered colonies As I passed them along the way While Kenny G’s horn was blowing “Forever in love” in my ears. As I neared my destination The stimulating rain ended As did the saxophone love song Ending my momentary high Without the aid of any drug, Recommencing on my return. Getting high on life Is a great alternative All of us should try.