Looking across my way
I see a never-ending mountain range
Each peak repeated over again
Feeling so small but I do oblige
Smelling the cold mountain breeze
Blows as it may against my face
With the clouds that touch the mountain tops
Singing birds and stomping feet
To the mighty falling waters
Come pounding to earth
Berry bushes welcome snacks
To taste so very sweet
So very high with only the sky above
Only a sensational sight so few experience
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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i have become a sojourner in this multi-dimensional world of virtue and temptation and within which a floral garden flourishes...life is wonderful, for here, beauty thrives ...untamed and free...gentle golden butterflies flitter with each breath sweetly taken...cleansing gasps greet the lungs with the purest of oxygenated bliss...
By Novel Allen8 days ago in Fiction
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The image and poem go perfectly together.