Mountain Top View

At Mountain Top View

A climber reached the tippy-top, Where snowy peaks and sunshine pop! He puffed and panted, gave a cheer, The mountain's top was finally here!

Old trees stood tall, with roots so deep, Their leafy branches, secrets keep. The Sky so blue, a canvas wide, With fluffy clouds that gently ride.

Below, the world, a patchwork green, With tiny houses, rarely seen. The climber gasped, "Oh, what a sight!" Bathed in golden, warming light.

The trees whispered secrets to the breeze, Of ancient forests and rustling leaves. The Sky, it winked with sunny rays, "Enjoy the view these glorious days!"

He laughed out loud, a joyful sound, As nature's beauty spun around. The climber, trees, and Sky so blue, Sharing a moment, fresh and new.

He sat right down, upon a stone, No longer tired, no longer prone, To worry, rush, or fret and frown, Just beauty here, all around the town... Of Mountain Top View, serene and bright, Bathed in nature's golden light.