Chasing the Sun

We rise before the rooster crows, Stumbling over socks and toes. We squint to see, but it’s still dark, Tripping on that garden gnome park. The sun’s not up, but we don’t care, We’re chasing something bright and rare. With bedhead curls and tangled hair, Off we go, without a prayer! The road ahead’s a bumpy ride, With potholes big enough to hide. A squirrel waves as we pass by— Even he's surprised we try. We miss the path, we veer too far, Take a wrong turn, end up at the bar. But hey, who says a little fun Can’t happen while we chase the sun? We’re back on track, the sky turns gold, We’re out of breath, we’re feeling old. But laughter fills the morning air, As we collapse into a chair. A picnic spread, we didn’t plan, But here we are with sandwich hands. We’ll catch that sun some other day— It’s kinda nice just sitting, hey? But soon we see it on the rise, We scramble up, wide-open eyes. Our legs protest, they’re sore and done, But off we go, chasing the sun. Through fields of daisies, hills so steep, We start to wonder, “Can’t we sleep?” But something pulls us toward the light— It feels like freedom, bold and bright. The clouds roll in, a sudden change, We’re soaked, our plans now rearranged. With soggy shoes and hearts still spun, We laugh and say, “Who needs the sun?” For even in the pouring rain, We find the joy, we ditch the pain. The sun, it seems, just plays for fun— And so do we, while on the run. At last it sets, beyond our reach, We’re out of breath, sprawled on the beach. The chase is done, but what a day! We didn’t need that sun, anyway. So here we are, soaked to the bone, Laughing, snacking, all alone. And though we missed the golden ray, We’ve had the best of days to play. For chasing light’s a tricky game, But who says we have to claim the flame? It’s the run, the falls, the laugh-filled spree, That makes the sun chase wild and free.