Spring

I feel the grass beneath my feet
I think oh what a wonderful treat
The wind blows on my face
It is challenging me to a race
Ready set go we run
Racing hard but we should have fun
The wind cross the line but just keeps going
I tell it “Stop; please stop blowing”
It doesn’t listen but it sweeps me up
I am screaming like a newborn pup
Finally my lips curl into a smile
It wouldn’t hurt to play wind style for a while