Riding down the winding mountain trail
In an uncomfortable school bus
Listening to Stevie Wonder
While laughing as we fall out of our seats
From the impact of each pothole
We look forward to each hike
Knowing that the school year is almost over
Bathing in the relief of no more due dates and essays
And when summer comes, we all can finally relax and slow down
At least,
Until next August
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my head
Playing on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers blooming
In the garden near my favorite picnic table
Humid air drifts through the streets
Carrying the scent of damp leaves
The birds sing songs of joy
While gathering food for their young
Flowers begin to sprout among the grass and moss
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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