"The View"

Beneath my feet a rock so strong,
above my head a sky with a song,
to my right the path up which I seemed to soar,
to my left the pine trees sway as though dancing with glee galore.

I made my path through beauty’s way,
Until now I stand at last, aghast.

The best painter of all paints the sky,
with colors so bright they scream with might,
behind the mountains tall.

The lake below ripples with magic,
nothing here could ever seem tragic.

I am not alone friends surround me yet
we stand as only one,
as we watch the sky drown the sun,
soon it will be a new day begun.

The stars rise like awakening eyes.

Another magical place to which I have trod,
another place forget I shall not.