Pigeon House Mountain

I'm an eagle gliding over and down the waves,

The chilled wind feels like diving into the sea

The wind is soft, softer than the feather,

I see the mountains stabbing into the sky,

making a line that looks like a baby trying to draw it

I can slightly make out the sound of the

Waves pounding on the sand,

I see a big dirt mound overflowing like an erupting volcano with ants

The sky is the lightest blue I have ever seen,

And a slice of yellow in the sky from the sun

I can hear the nice buzz of the bugs

There is a consent clanging noise from other people climbing,

Climbing to see an amazing view

As you climb up and up, I see so many trees that it looks

Smooth. But when I turn around, I see spots

Of no trees. People cutting down all the trees. The same trees are

Keeping us alive. How will you feel if you saw this?