The wind whistles through my hair,
As I breathe in the mountain air.
Soaring peaks all around me,
Small villages beneath me.
My heart thumping as I slowly ascend the peak,
My mind thinking ahead to what I’ll be doing next week.
The sores on my feet begin to ache,
Maybe it’s time to stop for a break.
As I look down from the summit,
I lose myself for a little bit.
I am at one with nature,
And nature is at one with me.
Life is good, life is beautiful.
Just the way nature intended.