It’s time to don the Salomon,
And launch into my run,
Upon the trails it never fails,
I always find some fun,
Slip and slide along divide,
With views so aptly won,
My happy place with smiling face,
That lights the setting sun.
It’s time to skirt some mountain vert,
And leave the world behind,
It’s nature’s call that finds your all,
And brings the peace to mind,
Each step you take, a path you make,
Which leads you from the grind,
Into the bliss, where leeches kiss,
And ferns are intertwined.
It’s time to flee society,
And sprint into the hills,
Where scented trees will make you sneeze,
And conjure many thrills,
No phones to ring, just birds to sing,
No worry for the bills,
With life sublime, no borrowed time,
Just joys to warm the chills.
It’s time to dance, no second glance,
Amongst the ghostly gums,
We need not face the human race,
Nor pay our earthly sums,
For it is here, where air is clear,
That one should beat their drums,
To rhythms heard, of chosen word,
Where destiny becomes.
It’s time to don the Salomon,
And launch into my run,
The mountain breeze will bring you ease,
With views that must be won,
And on the trails it never fails,
I always find some fun,
Yes when you don the Salomon,
You’ll light the setting sun.
© The Complicated Bunny – 25 May 2023
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