I see blue from a rooftop,  
blinded by light and laughter.  
an embrace of the sun —  
my skin, melting butter.  

through the attic window,  
weightless curtains flutter…  
and I suddenly wonder:  
what it feels like to be a bird?  

smelling air,  
its scent of lavender,  
singing the wind's song,  
unbottling memories of last summer.  

enjoying a rainbow after the thunder,  
oh, how I wonder  
what it feels like to have wings?  

and I fall asleep, lullabied into dreams  
by a gentle wind with its tune of a summer breeze.