I wrote this after our drive from the beach, Dominical, to the mountains, Volcan Irazu in Costa Rica.
Up Up Up
Green Rushes by. Winding Road.
Following the Sky. Up we go.
Beach behind us. Mountains before.
Clouds below us. Onward we soar.
Chasing the sun. We race the birds.
We are the song. We write the words.
We need no map. Only the stars.
The road is our home. The rainbow is ours.