A Trail Runner’s Poem

With pounding heart and rhythmic feet,

I hit the trail with an eager beat.

My lungs expand with each deep breath

The arboreal air I begin to ingest.

The world around me fades away,

As trees and rocks become my play.

My worries vanish, one by one,

And the wilderness becomes my fun.

The path ahead is steep and rough,

But I push on, strong and tough.

My body sings with joyful pain,

My muscles flex, blood pumps through my veins.

The wind is sharp upon my face,

As I push ahead with quickened pace.

The trees are close, their branches low

And I weave my way through the wooded glow.