Running

By Ava I. Penney

Frolicking this wallpaper of flowers

The rays hit my skin, the breeze hits your face

We see nothing past this skin of ours

But jaded blurs of exterior space

Passing through lifetimes of yellows and reds

Not to or from a thing, we run and run

Each second that goes, another one sheds

Like skin off a snake, discarding what’s done

Despite Mother Nature’s melodic song

I can only sing your motherly laugh

And her tableau that engulfs us so strong?

Is blasphemed in beauty on your behalf

The land is infinite, no halt nor flaw

The moment prevails, eclipsing time’s law

Halt, digital illustration, boy Roland