21st September: To You

To the clouds that make shadows of the rays

To the colours who's glory I will forever be in awe

To the wind, in your warmth as you mess up my hair

To the sun in who's light my skin tingles

To the birds and the bees, your tune in my ears you sing

To the smells of dirt, and cut grass, to fresh air, and the promise of rain

To the words that floated around in this moment, words I had no chance to catch