One Cherry Ride

The sky glowed with golden colors
Clouds were splashed across the sky
My board moved swiftly gliding from side to side
Hitting the soup and becoming airborne
Excitement filled my body as I came down
Landing I know that move was ice
A perfect wake launches me into aerials
And like a bird I fly above the waves
This is what they meant when they called them happy days
The freedom of the ocean and the thrill of the waves