The wind blows cold at such a great height,
But somehow feels so very light.
The sun shines low from such a great height,
It’s makes me want to just take flight.
The rocky paths are so narrow,
As the wind whistles quite like an arrow.
The sight below is so grand,
As I watch over the sparse land.
I slowly creep towards the peak,
As I jump over a steep a creak.
I still can’t believe I made it so far,
As I stand over a cloud,
I can’t help but feel so proud,
As I cheer to myself very loud.
When I reach the final peak,
All I want to do is stay,
But soon I will return to those rocky walkways.
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