When I run leaves swirl and follow at my feet.
When I run eyes rise and meet.
When I run words hover over head,
Like humming birds, but whispering instead.

When I run my mind is heavy but my legs are fresh.
When I’m done high is my spirit and weakened the flesh.
When I run the trees stretch and look down,
Fingers of branches intertwined overhead like a King’s crown.

When I run I become one with nature.
Few things in life can capture,
The feeling that fills the heart and lungs.
Nature’s voice babels in foriegn tongues.
Sounds of the mountains, streams, and wind through a blooming tree,
When I run it’s my soul that’s wild and free.