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.