the washing glimmer of sunlit sky
marble blue and streaked so cry
the ignited magenta and yellow and white
we call to the wind so the scent can wither

the breath and mind toiling together
as ones feet carry on into the yonder
the shadow dances upon the sweet pavement
and sweat toils of poignantly off of chilly skin  

the wind carries the leaves from trees
starkly contrast a darkening hue
the pace steady weaving through pockets of hills
and rounding corners, spinning likes mills

passing by the stare of wary signs
sometimes to pave our things away
the vigor running under the sky
we all have lives we care for into the night