The Mountains

My family and I drove up a bumpy and windy road,
We could see the snowcapped mountains,
If anyone were to risk a glance to their left into the bottomless abyss,
They would be quaking in their boots.

We could see the mountains reaching up to the heavens and dipping to the ground,
Merging with the beautiful lake at the foot of the mountain.

I could feel the wind whipping my face and feel the blood trickling out of my pale hand,
As the sharp rocks pierced through my skin,
I could also feel the snow beneath my feet slipping.

I could smell the fresh air after being trapped in the polluted city,
I could smell the salty river at the bottom of the mountain.

I could hear as the birds majestically caw from above,
Calling to each other,
I could hear my family laughing and playing way down beneath me.