Here I am.
At the peak of the mountain top.
Looking out at the sky.
And all the scenery.

The things you witnessed.
That you have only imagine in a dream.
It's like looking at the sky.
And seeing all the beuty of it.

Trying to point out which cloud.
Reminds you of someone.
It's the same upon the mountain top.

You notice the crafted creation of centuries.
In other words.
You get lost in many things.
When you're a top of the moutain peak.

It's  like a soar of the eagle.
With his wings spreaded out.
You're impressed.
By your personal accomplishment.