As he runs, his hair flies gently behind him.
His eyes are brightened with joy, like he can turn around with the slightest of whim.
The chaser can't keep up with the speed,
And plows himself over in order to miss the tree

His cheeks widen with a smile that perfects his expression,
And like a graceful deer, his pace slows to a trot.
There’s no realization that the others are plotting with intention,
Quickly they have him fleeing into the trees without another thought.

The mud sticks as he falls
A mix of dirt and twigs to break his knees
He stands again quickly, strong and tall
And once again, his hair dances in the breeze.

Nothing there makes his love for running falter.
Even as he dusts himself off, the joyful smile imitates the shimmer of the sun’s.
Only after making sure he’s fine do his feet begin to wander.
And not long after, we’re left in awe to watch as he runs.

What do you guys think? I wrote this after watching someone run. I know the person, but I... it just made me really inspired so I wrote it. Tell me what you think?