Written by: chris lane

Riding along the open road
as it bends, rises, and falls
Watching the wind push fields of grass
back and forth from short to tall

I watched a bird 
paint the top of a tree green
He injected colors with his beak
Just like a needle
connects dope to a fiend

My eyes now scanning the panorama
from up and down
to left and right
The clouds pulsating like a heartbeat
as they carousel around the broken sunlight