At the Summit

The golden sun greets the dewdrops forming in the eyes Such a beautiful connection with the heavenly warmth from above Meditating with the silent mountains breathing is the only sound You hear the wind tugging at your hoodie tempting to topple you You hold on with the gravity growing inside as each thought passes by When the lips move to make a sound it simply evaporates into thin air Water droplets floating upwards to the heavens to once again be clouds Poem is inspired by Erdenebulgan Photography (The photo showing a person sitting at the top of a summit looking to the rising sun)