Third Floor

Looking out a window, I can see
Many different things below me
Looking out a window, I find
Several things are on my mind
 
For example, I just saw a child in a green shirt running by the fountain with a stick in his hand.
 
What a surprise
My mind flies
My insides cry
For summertime
 
I can’t wait to go back to the farm, all this time spent on the third floor of a library, rubbing my nose on the pages of musty books is giving me that dangerous drowsy feeling.
 
But soon I’ll leave when June can breathe