Sitting atop on the mountain; I'm leaning
against a crevice of a rock
I'm viewing the stars and the clouds
They have not waged mere wages of war
All the natural brooks are streaming into formation.
As the mountains are spewing many endless stones
Of fiery glimpses into the mountainous river
For unto this mesmerizing and panoramic view
There are plentiful darkened crevices along each side.
There may be no shelter to hide you when the
Rain begins to flow; swaying all leaf's to which it may hide,
Under an opportunists belief so many fearless mountaineers
Are making a strenuous leap into the highest mountain peak.
As the final ending is in full view of our mountainous climbing
Fears are not for his natural habitat for we dearly love an evening score.
Copyright © Eden Barton | Year Posted 2016