Runner's High

The purple and dark night sky Transcends into the time that a runner opens her eyes The cool brisk wind against her skin Embracing the movement of her body and the wind The crickets and birds are now awakening, Chirping and squeaking create a peaceful enabling In unison her breaths are at ease With the ruffling of leaves from the gentle breeze Each step she takes either high or low Just like hills and mountains Representing the strength she needs in order to grow Cuts in her legs from the prickling branches Only to finish in a cloud made of plains of grasses The flowers and butterflies are a picture of beauty Smelling of memories and regaining hope in her reality So sweet, so pure, so quiet How could anyone make this practice a diet? The sun hovers over her as she gazes at the celeste sky Defining her purpose as the clouds float by