I like that light blue.
Who’s driving it?
Long dark hair … She looks somewhat familiar.
Do I know her?
Gee, she’s going fast,
Zipping through the streets with
I wonder where she’s headed.
Do I know him?
The landscape is opening up with each mile.
Trees canopying above,
Sunrays filter through the
Tender springtime leaves.
Soon the road will cross a covered bridge.
Underneath, the tranquil flow of water would
Murmur its melodies.
The driver's hair billows in the light breeze.
Is a smile forming on her lips?
I like driving in the countryside
Where I can finally
b r e a t h e