Sticky heat under a clear sky, Racing through tall grass, Flowers and small bugs sticking to my clothes -Run faster. My muscles scream out in Short gasps, Lungs filling up with each sharp inhale -It hurts. Light casts shadows across barren fields As hot water trickles down through the trees, A vacuum of thick heat -Keep breathing. Cracked earth beneath my feet, Hardly notice the rain now, Violins and cellos play -Stop moving. The leaves barely stir As I bound past them, High from a solo race -No competition.
It would be a shame to stop now wouldn't it?