It’s when I turned over
to let the rays warm my back
that I made a vow to
the sun.
I would be the rock in the
brook and no matter how the waters
whittled away my shell; I would always
remain inside who I wanted to be.
The fields stretch on into
eternity and we can run through
their grasses or we can lie
in their mud.
I will run and run until my legs
are in the earth
and until the sun blazes
off beyond the horizon.
The world spills over with music
and stars that reflect in every
moment of gratitude I have
for the very breaths I steal.
The course will be rough and
the slopes will be slick, but
from the deepest chambers of my
chest I can find the strength to climb.
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