In the quiet of the gloom, before the world awakes, The body gently beckons, for the stretch it takes. With limbs that reach for skies so blue, Every tendon, muscle, whispers, “we renew”.
The sun that rises, casts a golden hue, As the spine elongates, touching clouds anew. The hands reach out, like branches of a tree, Embracing horizons, as far as the eye can see.
So let us stretch, not just in form but in mind, For in these moments, our true selves we find. Boundless, limitless, in eternal reach, That’s the magic that happened today at Armstrong Stretch