This poem was inspired by a trip to Machu Picchu in Peru.

I gaze upon a mountain

Reaching to the sky

Its magic pulls me closer

As I dream of flying high.

            With each stair and obstacle

            My strength in me grows

            My heart beats with excitement

            Urging me to go, GO, GO.

Then at the very top

I crawl from a dark cave

Into a whole universe of blue

For once I feel so brave.

            I stand ever so tall

            Upon pointed rocks

            With arms spread wide open

            Free from all chains and locks.

Surrounded by giants of green

Blooming flowers

And fluid crystals

I feel a strong power.

            I peer down from the top

            I see a village made long ago

            People who lived for their beliefs

            Of this ardor more I want to know.

They worshipped the sun

That gives warmth and energy

They praised the moon

That has the strength to move the sea.

            With the beauty all around

            And the breeze kissing me

            I begin to feel this power

            And I feel free.

Free from worries and pain

I experience a new birth

As nature cradles me in its arms

And I become one with the earth.

            I swim in the sky

            I hug the trees

            I walk upon the peaks

            I dance with the breeze.

Then I wander down the mountain

That lives in the sky

With magic buzzing through me

For today I learned to fly!

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