Come out and go, barefoot and free,
and push against the mountains.
With strides the size of waves,
my toes brush the grass, and my heels sink into the dirt.
The deformities of the earth mold under my feet.

I run in the canyon
amongst rock and puddles of the creek.
I run on the vast beach
while sinking in the sand and stinging from the salt.
I run with the red dirt
when the praises are sung and the weather is hot.
I run with towering buildings,
blinded by bright lights and dirty streets.
I run with peaks above me,
with chilled toes and green surroundings.

So fulfilled, I am at once myself.
A bridge to feel and understand the world;
I am able to run, barefoot and free.