Running,
stumbling on roots;
tearing through conflicting branches;
stopping. Gasping. Gazing at green.
Collapsing on the soft grass,
taking in the power;
sun shine burning all around,
the sky painted with yellow and blue.
Peace flowing gently,
like a river, flooding the scene;
even breathing, eyes closed,
a smile playing on the lips.
Nature absorbing its surroundings,
serenity freeing the mind;
first a hair, then a head,
slowly everything, including the smile.
Yards of Nature for miles,
birds chirping, trees swaying;
the soft grass pressed and bent in one spot,
showing where someone once lay.