Each day, in breath I climb a mountain of words.
Letters being like dirt spread below feet.
Pen like staff carrying me upward.
Each morning at daybreak, I climb gracefully.
Streams of word currents drift on pond like page.
Birds echo as catalyst to bond with life’s gift.
Each moment with force, I dance on word peaks.
Sun’s rays mix with endless possibilities.
Gratitude fills lungs, as balance anchors.
Until, top is reached to end poem with gratitude.
Until, voice sings and peace is mine.
Inspired by communication with
Eleanor Prince
Thank you.
