Atop a Mountain

August 18, 2008
By Dan D., Bozeman, MT

The world beneath me
kissing the sky
below me, never ending valleys
and forests
while above me pure blue and creamy white.
I feel as though I can step onto the mist billowing below me.
A friendly bird sings in tempo with the rustling of the wind through the tree tops.
A small untamed wriggles its way into the distance.
The spruce trees have fresh new buds at the end of their branches reminding me of the never-ending prosperity of nature.
Looking below, I see a road laid out like a snake in the sun.
This reminds me how separated we are from nature as a society.
I wonder, what have I been missing out on ?
Opportunities I have not created, and how lucky I am to be here now.
My heart longs for my mothers hug, sisters laugh and
my fathers voice, but now more than ever I feel at home.

The author's comments:
I went to this camp In colorado. I wrote this while I was on a 7 day backpacking trip in the Lizard head wilderness.

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