Run here run there run
Hustle and grind for six days
Rest on the seventh
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Run here run there run
Hustle and grind for six days
Rest on the seventh
Dark of night is here
Alone with thoughts and actions
Will you choose the light?
Mist streams through street lamps
Every surface reflects light
Beauty fights the dark
Rejected because
rhyming is for amateurs…
don’t tell Dr. Seuss!
Can anything beat
True internal happiness?
Fill my soul with joy
Dark clouds roll eastward
Rain shafts fall on mountain sides
We wait for water
I would rather live
Life filled with love and purpose
Than counting my gold
Rain falls randomly
Thick clouds veil morning sunrise
Great day to sleep in
Quietly leave bed
Tip-toe downstairs… dress… sneak out
Morning runner ghost
Clouds slowly dissolve
Mountain ridge line peeks through haze
Almost time to climb