I can walk around indoors,
I can tread on the treadmill,
I can tangle through jumping ropes,
But I would miss the breeze brushing my face,
When the earth beneath and cushioned feet,
Jostles me to take another step,
To run past leaving everything behind.
When the giant moving tree in the distant horizon,
Is envisioned as a milestone.
When the blossomed lotus,
Leaves behind reminiscence of all things positive.