There’s always a better reason to run.
The breath of humanity ignites a reasonable rationale.
Life stretches beyond one’s world;
It makes more sense when it touches others’.
Saturday morning sunshine peeps through the rows of guardian trees,
Smiling gently at you,
And assures you about great things that are coming to pass.
You ask yourself about the path you’re walking through;
Why is it hidden among the guardian trees?
How would anyone see the path?
Who would walk the path?
The sun replies quietly, “It’s not your call to think about it”
Yes, listen to the sun.