Run

Ashley McPhie

Run.
Run faster, as far as you can
go        Their footsteps never cease
behind you       you sprint through the meadow
What beauty and wisdom nature beholds       pigmented
leaves, the pale blue sky       plucked right from your dreams;
The river babbles, gulls and geese flutter
and fly        How peaceful and serene       but the blissful
silence can’t stop the mind.
Mother Nature wraps you in her comforting arms—
her quiet forces unveil
the thoughts you tried to hide        She leans down to whisper
in the wind, cupping your face with her hands,
and directs your eyes
Now it is so blatantly evident:
you cannot outrun these principal things
                 your thoughts
                              your past
                                           your self

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