The View Atop The Mountain
Like ants insignificant,
In a landscape of fern,
And fauna all consuming.
Yet deathly silent,
In a time freeze way.
Oh perfect vision,
That you display.
With air so thin,
That breath gets sucked.
And the heart feels giddy,
In wonderous awe.
At this expanse,
Like an eagles soar.
A view that spans,
More than eye can see.
Untainted by humanity.
By wait I spy,
A darkness cloud.
To spoil the beauty,
Of that far off land.
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Karen Burns is 51 and lives in Coventry, England. She is a graduate at Warwick after completing a Social Studies degree. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.
