Burst of speed running through the fallen leaves
Midnight’s the time, a place with no rhyme
Running through the woods as fast as I could
This all for fun, my midnight run
Kicking up dirt and swirling leaves
The season of fall, a cool reprieve
Running faster, I start to pant
Smiling all the way, who says I cant?
Weaving through trees
Doing so with ease
Winds catch me on my face
In this time I love this place
Alone but not lost
New trails I come across
Running still, the moon above
It flies as I run as a white dove
Spinning and dancing as I slow down
Knowing no one else is around
Seeing my breath with a dissipating fog
Nearing myself to the river next to the bog
Splashing in the water and taking a drink
But not so far in to where I will sink
Then I dash back out and up the hill
All this at midnight for my own thrill