Quick Dash

I canter, I glide,

run away with the tide.


I frolic, I flee,

scramble up an oak tree.


I weave, I skate,

along the frozen lake.


I stumble, I fall,

become a great ball.


I roll, I turn,

will I ever learn?


I collide, I crash,

what a euphoric dash!


I stand, I face,

life at my own pace.