In the quiet whisper of morning light,
I lace my shoes and greet the path,
With every step, the world ignites,
A symphony of breath and beating heart.

The pavement stretches beneath my feet,
A canvas where my dreams take flight,
The rhythm of the run, a steady beat,
Guiding me through endless night.

Each stride a story, each breath a song,
The horizon calls with open arms,
In the dance of dawn, I belong,
Embraced by nature’s gentle charms.

And when the sun ascends the sky,
A golden promise in its gaze,
I find my soul in the morning’s sigh,
In the run, my spirit stays.