Looking down, over the edge,
see the effort you’ve put in
and how far you’ve made it.
Standing high above the rest
Each breeze flushing out stress from the mind
Each breathe restores
A dull heartbeat will rise to the occasion
absorbing every beat and soothed by the rhythms of nature
I stand at the highest peak
gazing upon all my eyes can grasp
Troubles slip through the cracks and
paint the faces of the cliffs
And I ascend down the journeys of life’s many trials
And I remember where I stand
And I see where I was—
Down below, and looking up.