Short of breath,
the oxygen supply slowly thinning.
Standing where Earth and Heaven meet
I reach up to the azure scene above me
and let my hands interlace with the clouds.
The sun from this perch is blinding,
my inner bird is set free from its cage.
The smell of fresh air and pine
sticks to my skin.
.My eyes show an oil painting come to life
while mountains form a sense of protection.
I gaze in every direction,
but my view is clouded by anxiety.
To be off my stable foundation
yet I still crave the adrenaline.
This feeling of tranquility
as I stand at the top of the world.