The need to...

Run, run, run
Through storms, snow and mist
Tread new paths branching out from the old
Never to let one's mind acquire mold

Climb, climb, climb
Your grandpa's trees, fences or walls
Dig your fingers and toes deep
Till you find the urge to take the big leap

Feel, feel, feel
The wet red earth nesting worms
The glow of a sunset
The wind against one's chest

Find, find, find
The reason to persevere
The courage to stand tall
Even if the easiest action could simply be to fall