Green before it goes

And on she runs,

Bounding across the grains in glorious strides,

Castles of sand falling under her feet,

Destined to dissolve under ravenous water.

Effortlessly she soars,

Flying for moments only,

Golden locks and salt-crusted skin.

Here now she runs, racing the shifting colours above her head,

Indigo nearly, replacing red fires.

Just in time she pushes, to catch her favourite part,

Kissed by emerald gleam, the day will fall into dark,

Light fading faster than her feet,

Melting into a tiny ball where navy waves meet dull sky.

Not quite yet though, with precious seconds still to tick.

Onward she runs,

Pumping arms and lunging legs,

Quickly now, from shells small to grasses tall,

Racing against a sleepy giant

Sliding under the cover of dusk.

Tired lungs make for tired steps,

Until she crests the final hill and finds her breath.

Valiant efforts go rewarded today,

When a tiny flash of green sparks as

Xanthous hair drapes her heavy chest.

Youthful eyes enraptured, peaceful wonder at its

Zenith.