A hot summer that’s gone in a flash. We ride our bikes down windy roads Chasing down the ice cream truck And finding stray cats under cars. We run the stoplight, Cars honking after us But we don’t care. Only pedaling ahead to the creek. Under the cave of greenery, The water is crisp and clean Traveling under and over the earth Tadpoles peaking up at the sky Sparrows singing a sweet song We hide in the bushes of green for hours.