Never do I feel more alive then in the mornings
When the sunrises shine over mountains
And with each shaky breath takes in fresh cold air,
The dewdrops glissade onto my ankles.
Brisk sweet air flies through my hair,
The dirty blonde strands brush along my face.
My eyes wander, gazing at each beautiful sight,
Before returning back to my running shoes.
My exercise jacket fits tight to me and my ponytail is pulled high.
I take a step,
And then another,
Faster and faster I am
Running down the road, advancing towards the rising sun.