Summer Mornings

Some mornings the sun caresses my neck And others, it burns my skin The leaves change brown and frail The flowers never seem to mind the sun, Their petals glowing colours of the rainbow The bustle outside of cars racing around The city doesn’t sleep, Though it has its moments I like to think I’m soaring in the sky Like a butterfly, Quiet, yet magnificent Fluttering away into the horizon Where I call home I dread the seasons that are dreary The cold that freezes all I thrive in the sun and the heat Waiting for the days where I’m free among the skies