The sound of the birds singing in the trees

The running of the lawn mower as a sign of summer’s presence

So close to the sea I can practically hear the waves crashing on the shore

The chattering of the teenagers in uniform distract from silence


I can feel the blades of green grass

The pointy leaves I can remember stepping on as a child around the climbing tree in my backyard

The breeze coming from the east


The pizza smell coming from the west

I can hear myself sniffling from the abundance of pollen


My mind began to wonder

I start to daydream about graduating, about life in front of me

I traveled through the past and the future while still being present and mindful

  • Class of 2020
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