... I am free.

As I start to spring up the long steep hill,

My heart speeds faster.

Racing to the top,

My legs grow slower.

The tall grass and hay flowers,

Greet around me.

I am seconds from the top.

I reach the top of the hill,

My home below at the start.

I breathe heavily.

As I crouch down to pluck the flowers,

I can feel the soft breeze gently drifting through my hair..

The horizon in the distance,

Goes on for miles.

And the autumn colors,

Paint the trees dancing around me.

This is what I love.

I stand tall.

Surrounded by the beautiful colors,

And that dancing breeze.

And there I know;

I am free.