“You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
Where We Roam
Here the wind and the mountains reign king,
though the hares are abundant and the birds how they sing.
Like an army of ants with our food on our backs,
We humans traverse land from which nothing lacks.
We, The Mountain Runners
Don't think, just move, your feet will find a way.
The less you stop and hesitate the drier your feet stay.
For your body is much smarter, than your brain will ever be,
The instincts that you hold within will allow you to run free.