The Trail

As I run, speed, past the trees

The ground,

It changes beneath my feet

From mud to stone

To cobble

To grass

It keeps me alert

Quick on my feet

It does mean though

That I tend to look down

Rather than up

At the beauty that surrounds

I do love a trail

More so than a road

As the nature excites

And keeps you

Constantly

On your toes

I must then remember

To take heed of this thought

And in the future

I shall run

With my eyes to the fore.

 

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