Stormy Ride

Past the picket fenced homes, On my board I weave, Underneath a cloudy sky, On a cool summer’s eve, Past oak trees lining the asphalt, As their shadows dance and sway, In contrast to the sidewalk, And the sky of dismal gray, The scent of a distant rain, Lingers with each breeze, Blending with blooming flowers, The fresh cut grass and the trees, Through the quiet neighborhood, With my skateboard I glide, Underneath the cotton canvas, With the gloomy gray sky.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1XRKRF4uAjcwku3bjCsrHJqfDPZnoJzgxM

Token ID

13