Climbing high
I see the sea
Breathing the air
Into my lungs
Standing tall
Looking over the edge
I wish i could fly
Like a bird
Seeing the blue
Below me
Im not scared
I hold my head high
On top of a mountain
Echos all around me
Sitting near the edge
Seeing the beauty
Before my eyes
Wild animals
Wild flowers
I could stay forever
Get lost in my toughts
Be free
Free as a bird
Free as me
On top of the mountain
~nikki addleton~ 05/07/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a grandeur about tops of mountains