Colorado
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When I grew up,I knew what people meant whenthey said the sun bloomed hotterin the mountains. When I grew up,the air slid between my teethin a new way, that dry Colorado wind
Enchanting lands,
laced with lusious blooms.
Breathtaking fragranced
columbine breeze.
Saturated
sun drenched mountain peaks.
Picture perfect skies,
thunder or shine.
The leaves orange and yellow,
carry me up through the woodland,
to the mountains big and tall.
Take me to the canyons,
down to the plains,
up to a valley,
away from everything.
I believe you're misunderstood
No one bothers to look for the good
That you've given me all my life
Such a crazy misconception
On my part that I had been wishing to leave this place behind at all
Over such a vast expanse of suburban sprawl
a warm aura of sunset orange radiates from each roof,
Houses,
just actors in the scene of their surroundings,
A distant city as the backdrop.
