Running Poem by Breanna Verkon

Following the path through the wet trees that are glistening
The wind begins to blow, so I stop myself and im listening
They tell me to slow down, that im moving too fast
I looked back at all I had blown past
Now my future is in my lap
And im hesitant to unwrap
What very well could be a trap
So i run back to the meadow
Where the dreamy river flows
I look at my reflection and it glows
But the clouds cover the sun
So again, I start to run