Running

When I run,
The wind blows at my face.
I feel the warmth of the sun,
While I run a fast pace.
As I eat up the ground,
I could take off and fly.
I look around
As the scenery passes by.
I can feel my heart
Beating to the pace that I’m going.
My Gatorade is tart.
The miles keep growing.
I run because I want to.
It’s something I love to do.