The race was ready to begin.
I was sure I was going to win.
The whistle blew.
I jogged as my pace grew and grew.

I ran and ran for miles.
I ran over hurdles and piles.
I ran faster than anyone could.
I ran straight into a large piece of wood.

I couldn't believe what I had done.
I should have never had run.
I tried to stand.
I looked up, and saw a hand.

A fellow runner grabbed my hand.
He helped me to stand.
He took me to a bench and stayed put.
He even helped me with my sprained foot.

We watched the race run.
We watched to see who won.
I wished I could have ran.
I was glad I was given a hand.

When others are in pain.
We should love them all the same.
If they cannot stand.
We should help them all we can.

Green, green is everywhere.
The sun glimmers over the dew.
The air is refreshing
and the morning is new.

Blue, blue is in the enchanting sky
existing above this giant earth.
The pearly white clouds
shifting away from the sun's morning birth.

Color, each color is in every flower
and butterfly, water, and gray stone.
Each has its own beauty
making our minds blown.

Lanterns in the sky
swirling its direction to sunrise.
Golden flowers glisten by
bringing a sweet surprise.

Blue, tottering oceans
turn yellow from the sun.
Making such amazing motions
entering together as one.

Rising, steep mountains
gesture below the sunrise.
Sheer, rich canyons
below the lantern skies.