I run with you through a forest
where deer nuzzle
at our knees.
Chickadees
nest in our hair.
Little frogs peep
in our pockets.
Wildflowers sprout
from our fingers
and ferns from our legs.
Our sweat sprays like rain.
Our lungs blow the wind.
From our eyes
shafts of light
give life
while the beat of our feet
drives the dance
of the forest.

from Babcock

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