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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