Landscape
Running along a grassy land, the wind howls past,
but I stay hot and forget all else.
I sprint at speed, my feet dodging stones
and other objects that poke out from the earth.
Then stopping, I look over the valley
covered with streamlined tree all somewhat peaceful
and at ease somehow with the driving gales.
I don't smile, but I gaze entrapped,
in a world of amazement at such beauty.
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