Under the Sun: We do Run

One loves the light

  And lives rough

But breaking clouds

  Are just enough

To prove this point

  Of all isn't tough

Through breaking winds

  We do run

And occasionally trip

  Stopping the fun

But we seem to rise again

  And flee under the sun

We nearly drown

  In the heat

But are carried lightly

  On swift feet

Until we are shadowed

  And then beat

One breathes hard again

  But not because of hot

But because breath is short

  And one would rather not

Live long through torture

  While one bleeds and rots

Then the trees do part

  Again making room

For another chance

  Under the sweeping broom

As the breeze sweeps us

  We're fine, we assume

Yet, through breaking winds

  We do run

And occasionally trip

  Stopping the fun

But we seem to rise again

  And flee under the sun