Freedom

You started to climb the mountaintop,
The highest in the world.
The air is thin,
Your breath seems short,
The struggle of getting there.
But once on top,
You can't believe,
How breathtaking it's become.
The trees are in abundance there,
The lakes are clear as glass,
The air so fresh,
The birds fly high,
You feel that you could touch the sky.
You feel a calmness that was not there,
A freedom and a piece of mind.
The strength of the world most high,
You feel lucky to be alive.
Sue Lee Hart
Copyright ©2008 Sue Lee Hart