Getting
these feet moving.
Spritely
was that spirit,
to
get me moving on again.
I
sprinted into my overdrive,
until
I felt the spots of rain.
Hiding
'neath the mighty Oak,
I
had a while to breathe.
Let
my feet rest from toil,
before
I set out trudging leaves.
Rolling
on mile after mile,
a
force amidst natures glory.
Striding
like a man possessed,
to
walk and create a noble story.
As
the wind, I raced ahead,
to
be the warrior of peace.
Sharing
company over many days,
and
finding love to ever increase.
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