When the westerly sun
on the canvas spills red dye
fly the birds to the other end of the sky!

Between the windshield and the sky
wind borne
the dreams fly!

Knowing I haven't seen a rainbow for years
sun makes one
with the rain's tears!

As I think how far is the city
the expanse above looks down on me
in pity!

Up and down the road
Nature on me
her treasures upload!

The farther I roam
feel insanely
sick for home!