An overwhelming peace rests here.
Enough for me to summon tears,
all my wants, my trials and fears
evaporate completely.

A whisp of white above terrain,
the blue on green on rooted plains.
I cannot see sorrow or pain
this far above the ground.

The air is thin and stirring,
viewing the world turning.
Windy waves, recurring.
To be a bird above it all..

14,000 feet above
worries, sadness, hatred, love.
Or even so, the lack thereof,
all silenced by the the sight.

When I find these lofty places,
thoughts stop running restless races,
and I forget all of the faces
that come and go with time.

Here, I feel as if I'm free.
Could be a bird, a stream, a tree.
But of this mountain I must be.
Of the world below, I'm not.