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.
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