When the first wave of summer heat came
in June, I set out alone
to meet the Sun
I wanted to see how faraway the horizon stretched
I wanted to know how tall maples and pines grew
I drank gushes of exuberant color of green
I rode on swift gusts of wind
The dandelion on the sidewalk - whom I secretly loved
nodded to me without knowing my ambition
Roaming clouds - whom I adored unreservedly,
joined my journey without knowing my destination
Oh June, I said hello to the Sun
with long lost passion
telling her that I was ready to write
another song of
myself
