Tranquility
Up in
the gentle sky
I dangle
exceedingly high
My hands
alabaster from the chalk
I’ve got
no time to stop and talk
My face
pours sweat as I hoist myself higher
After a
while my lungs feel as if on fire
I grow
dizzy from the thin air
I
hope I can make it to the top--for it still looks quite high up there
But at
the same time, in the midst of my angst and my fear
I feel
peace and a calm air
The
crisp breeze is uplifting
The
silence pleasing
I can
see the treetops
Some of
them lop-
sided,
and a beautiful green
The
wilderness never loses its sheen
I feel a
great tranquility come unto me
Next
time will you come with me?
Kiona
G LA#2