Fine weather's the time to go out for a run,
It's healthy, relaxing, and usually quite fun;
Striding along on the uneven ground,
Listening awhile to the crackling sound
Of shoes upon leaves, or the small clumps of grass,
Which immediately straighten as soon as you pass.
Arms swinging gently in time with your stride,
Rather than hanging straight down by each side.
Eyes darting everywhere taking in views,
Noting the plants and
their various hues.
Ears taking in every sweet song which floats
Out of the many and
varied birds’ throats
The chance to think clearly, away from the noise,
Improving your sense of well-being and poise;
Greeting the people you pass on the way,
Keeps feelings that you are alone well at bay.
And when you get back from completing your run,
You can bask in the fact of a job that’s well done.
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