The suns vivid hues paint fluffy clouds as we watch from the cricket filled grass
Rolling thunder roars, as we splash through muddy streets, avoiding crash
Beautiful red and green colored strobe lights illuminate the basement while we blast our favorite jams
Selling lemonade to construction workers, because they somehow found our stand
Racing our scooters, bikes, and pet frogs was our main priority
Drawing scribbled chalk houses for the bugs, was our way to tell their story
Swinging high enough to make sure my toes covered the house, was all I was ever worried about
If only I understood how good I had it then
I would've savored itwithout a doubt
YOU ARE READING
the sound of my emotions
Poetryall of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine