In the quiet dawn, the earth whispers,
As feet caress the winding path,
Each step a gentle promise,
To chase the sun and never tire.

The air is crisp with dreams untold,
As shadows dance with the rising light,
A symphony of heartbeats echo,
In the solitude of the morning flight.

The world unfolds in hues of gold,
While breath becomes a steady song,
The road unmapped, yet ever known,
In the embrace of where we belong.

With every stride, the spirit soars,
Boundless and free, on wings unseen,
A runner’s heart, forever bold,
In the silent rhythm of the morning dream.