And my heart soars. He imagines that he can see Mars. And see folks go past in a jet. For he knows its a worthwhile endeavor. I like the quiet breathing of the night, the tree talk the wind-swish the star light.
Day is glare-y loud scary.
I like night. The top of a hill Is not until The bottom is below. For there's not more UP to go. A lazy lizard lying on a sunny granite ledge, stretches out its lazy toes until they touch the edge. Then it flits its lazy tongue to catch a morning munch, a crunch to quell its appetite until its lazy lunch.