Just a little sprint in the clouds

I decided to jog,
today, during weather beautiful and bright.
When along came some fog,
to block the nature and beauty from my sight.

I ran and ran,
to try to fan,
the fog that blocked my view.
I couldnt even see the ground, i felt as if i flew.

I looked up at they sky,
no longer blue or sound.
I wish to see the sun again, i think ill try to fly,
off of what i do not see, which happens to be the ground.

I took a skip and then a jump,
then took a trip on a stump.
I sat there, where i fell,
as the sun approached from the clouds, with a story to tell.

It spoke of the return of the sky so blue,
and all the shining it would do.
A smile appeared on my face,
for tommorow, would be another race.