The wind is free,
I feel dirt beneath my feet.
The hill is before me to climb,
Promising the reward of descent.
The miles pass below me,
Measured by my steps and breaths.
What is time anyway?
When pace meets breath,
And body becomes the breeze;
Sweat is like the dew grass,
Measuring the balance between body and universe.
I am Nature,
I am Nature herself.
Through the contours of the land and sea and air;
Within Nature and through her,
In straight lines and curves,
To points of quiet where my rhythm slows,
And rapid steps decline to almost ceasing,
In places where my banks are silent
And my heart is filled with peace.