Touring

The blue cloudy sky

   Brought about moderate temperatures

      With a light warm breeze.

         Spanish culture sang around me

            As the hanging lights twirled between the buildings

              In colors of blue, red, and green,

                a stone walk way beneath.

                  Fresh crunchy bread made its way out of the oven

                    While the baker hummed a sweet melody,

                       Awaiting his morning customers. 

                          Storekeepers changed their signs

                            From closed to open,

                               Arranging their windows with ordinate beads

                                 Pinpointed for the tourists.

                                    Bees hummed about finding

                                       The biggest blossom.

                                         Green plants lined the road begging

                                           For water, as the sun beamed on their

                                              Rippled leaves.

                                                Birds chirped in the distance,

                                                  A wake up call for those still sleeping.