I hold the mountains if they were my own,
Losing a part of myself in the sunrise;
The cresting warmth against the moody cliffs,
Hugs the snow-capped peaks;
So high they could shake the hand of God,
I sink into the forgetfulness of urban life,
As I fall in love with places,
That I’ve never been.
There’s nothing quite like being one with nature to remind us who we are again. Wonderful words paired with that awesome image made me feel as if I were there, as well.
Thank you very much!!!!
Robert, this poem is absolutely beautiful!
Thank you for the kind words!
Great job Robert!! Very real and raw!
I really appreciate this!!!!