Racing the Morning Sun

As my mom drives by
the old barn
with the fading reds mixing
with the reckless forest greens,
I notice the hues of
the skies expand, trying
to snake past our
car and beat us to
school. But we refuse
to succumb to the
mysterious velvet and
orange that are taking
over the sky, so we
speed on with the
rising ball of fire
chasing after us.