Mountains
By Zayn H
Published 16 September 2021
As I climb up the mountain,
I see the birds flying through the sky,
As I climb higher it feels colder,
With the clouds distant and far.
I can hear nothing but the breeze,
As I climb higher it starts getting more snowy,
The further I go, the colder I get,
I can feel the snow through my gloves.
As I get colder, I can see the top,
I can taste the sweetness of reaching the top,
As I inch closer,
With the clouds under,
I can finally rest.
As I reach the top
With the warmth of the sun in my face,
I can feel rested while I am in peace.