Free

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.