blaze
soft voices giggling
tickling my ears.
whispers trickle through the cracks
of my thoughts.
colors whirl by
they shout to my
eyes loudly.
clouds run away
from the ruckus.
they are so used to their
silent cottony ways.
trees reach out to hug
me as i speed past.
i am leaving a white
hot blaze, and the
world acknowledges it.