We looked at the landscape before us,
A blanket of golden flowers,
Surrounded by mountains like the walls of a house,
The cotton wool clouds, atop the snowy peaks.
We look at each other,
Not a word was said,
We were off!
Off across the field of sun beams,
Off across the sweets scented meadow.
Grasshoppers and crickets leaping in a wake,
Our legs striding in unison.
We didn’t know what we were running for,
We didn’t know where we were going,
But we kept going for the true joy of it.