A little rhyme I wrote after coming back in from one of my favorite hobbies – driving down country highways at night with my windows down and singing at the top of my lungs!
A roar of excitement runs through her,
She knows it’s time to ride
In the cool, crisp air together,
It’s a joy I cannot hide.
Her eyes light up the path before us,
And as the dark wind rushes through my hair,
I sing aloud the chorus
Of my favorite song to the midnight air.