Over the sprawling hill
With labored breath
I burst over the top
The sun has beat me though
It’s bright yet cold rays
Illuminate the morning scene
Hardly breaking to skirt around trees
And clearing the diamonds of dew.
The emerald valleys and pale peaks
Seem to shiver
As the dawn chases away
The chill of the night.
I smile as the soft colors
Though not as vibrant as dusk
Gradually fade away
And the birds begin their songs
Their songs echo
Through the endless yet grounding
Green hills and valleys
Of Saratoga Park.
They seem like a tribute
A monument
To the cost of freedom
Here fought for.
A thump is heard
As I collapse on to the damp earth
With the futile attempt
To absorb the serenity.