Not sure where I'm going with this one.

Cool concrete, white and grey
contrasts the sun' tired fade, to separate
Peach and gold, subtle, with the green, bold.
Fresh, wet packed earth, clean of synthetics
unrestrained, moist, alive without human ethics
juxtaposed by lifeless grey, to chase
trampled on by flying feet.
Free to run, free to be.
I'll keep my arms spread wide, and reach sky-high
to feel the wind ecape my grasp-
I'll keep my eyes open, and my hair untied
to hear her whisper in my ears in quiet whistles.