Daydreaming Under by Dongim Lee

Beneath the scorching summer sun, ice cream half-melted,
In the fresh autumn breeze, the old blanket's sweet warmth,
Or midst winter's chill, snug in my padded jacket,
We bask in paradise, as if time stood still.
Eluding the nagging teachers, lying down,
On the asphalt hill, we gazed skyward.
In hues of swirling blues, whites, purples, and pinks,
Under the slow yet fantastic sky theater,
We chatter about lunch, our dreams, and even God,

— Will we miss this shining moment?

— I doubt it, for there will be more wonders and beauties to come.

— You're right, my friend, as we bid the day goodbye,

Beneath the endless canvas of the ever-delightful sky.