A High Road

Today my thoughts have moved To a higher altitude. Where the air is crisp and thin, Providing a fresh attitude. The mountainous terrain blends Both beauty and grace. While reaching to the heavens, And all that open space. Even as the climb moves forward, There's awareness of a fall. Since limits are ever-present, and One slip can hit the wall. Now along with lessened pressure, Comes the struggle for more air. Here time must give-in to more oxygen, Removing any lingering despair. When the zenith is finally come upon, And no further heights can be seen. A pause to reflect and view the summit, Comes from Mother Nature's mezzanine.