Sunset at the Summit

 

sunset-at-the-summit

Far from the populous city,

There is a mountain of felicity.

 

High above the clouds in the peak,

Sharp and pointed like a bird’s beak.

 

Breathing in the fresh, crisp air,

We stand under the sky, God’s own lair.

 

The sun goes down, setting the heavens ablaze,

We appreciate the hues of nature in awe and amaze.

 

The climb up the steep slope is a difficult feat,

But that makes the spectacular view, all the more sweet.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s