The morning sun spills golden on the ground,

I hear the leaves and twigs break with each stride.

The air is sharp, and all around a sound

Of birds and wind and water collide.

My legs push hard, my chest begins to burn,

But still I run where shadows dance and play.

Each hill I climb, I know I’ll take my turn

And chase the light that slips along the way.

The dirt beneath is rough but feels like home,

The trees like guards that guide me on my path.

I run through woods, through space that feels my own,

My heartbeat loud, yet peaceful in its wrath.

I stop at last, the forest still and wide,

And in that quiet, I feel free inside.