I sit aloe on mountain high
Clouds play gently in the sky
Tall trees growng below yet nigh
Breezes blowing with softes cry
Peace of mind fills one's very soul
As if yesterday lives from days old
Birds fly higher still ever gently bold
A different view as memories told
Way below seems all living as one
From early dawn until day is done
Air so pure to breath as rivers run
Valleys below lit by a gentle sun
Tonight no doubt the stars to shine
Bringing memories to one's mind
Thoughts of those gone now in time
From here a soul way lighter to find
The fragrance of flowers of mountain
All natures symphonies how they play
A different view from ever so very high
If only all below could simply be this way