It's a wonder what you can see from the top of a mountain
The clouds are whisped like cake batter across the sea blue sky
Pink and grey clouds dance between distant sun rays
Trees, green and dripping in morning dew are small enough for you to pluck
Atop here the river is long and winds through underbrush and around the bottom of the mountain Climbing up to the top and dripping down in the form a waterfall
The sound of the water chilled you as arms wrap around you and looking beside you at who took the journey up this far with you is smiling
And you shiver not only from the cool breeze the clouds bring
YOU ARE READING
Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
