 
Sun Chaser
Beads of sweat fell like the rain onto the ever-changing ground. The world zoomed passed. The animals screeched in protest for the disturbance, but he was not there anymore. Breathing heavily, but determined, he was ever running, never stopping, never slowing for anything. His feet pounded heavily onto the broken ground, his feet had crushed countless blades of grass, his feet had kissed Mother Earth for as long as he had known. He was always on the move, chasing after his light in his life, chasing the Sun.
The sun, an orb so bright, high among the clouds, the stars. It brings warmthness, it brings light. It nutures the world, the flowers, Sun Chaserin Muse
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