Running through the emerald grass
Blades tickling my bare feet gently
The sky is a blue eternity above
Sunlight streaming down brightly
Hair streaming behind me as I run
Grin taking over my youthful face.
Where am I running? Who knows!
It’s enough to feel the sensation
Of prickly grass on my shoeless feet
Some of it dead from the summer heat.
Who am I running with? Who knows!
Anyone who chooses to follow
Can run through the backyard with me
So long as their hearts are full of glee.
Why am I running? Who knows!
Do you really need a reason
To sprint and feel the crisp breeze
Running under branches and around trees.
When am I running? I know.
I am running back when I was young
Running where no tasks are daunting
No hearts are hurting, no eyes are crying
I am running in the good old days
Running straight towards the future.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
Running through the emerald grass
Blades tickling my bare feet gently
The sky is a blue eternity above
Sunlight streaming down brightly
Hair streaming behind me as I run
Grin taking over my youthful face.
Where am I running? Who knows!
It’s enough to feel the sensation
Of prickly grass on my shoeless feet
Some of it dead from the summer heat.
Who am I running with? Who knows!
Anyone who chooses to follow
Can run through the backyard with me
So long as their hearts are full of glee.
Why am I running? Who knows!
Do you really need a reason
To sprint and feel the crisp breeze
Running under branches and around trees.
When am I running? I know.
I am running back when I was young
Running where no tasks are daunting
No hearts are hurting, no eyes are crying
I am running in the good old days
Running straight towards the future.
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