The man strolls down the street, he sees
Townhouses with stoops and windows so neat
Blooming flowers with colors so bright
Gently swaying trees with leaves so light
Clouds above, lounging in the sky
Etched into a blue that's so high
As his eyes close shut, feeling the breeze
He feels himself lifted with such ease
Opening his eyes, he's taken aback
As he hovers above, looking down at the track
Lined with beauty, a sight to behold
A neighborhood full of stories untold
One long blink and back down he goes
The beauty remains, a sight to know.