Mountain Top
Mountain Top ©
Penned by Brad Osborne
Only at the top
Where tree and cloud meet
The valley spread below
Green carpet at your feet.
The river wide and fast
A doodled thin line
Creating the vast peaks
With the passage of time.
Sun cannot warm
The air at this height
But dances through leaves
To the eye’s delight.
To look down on the world
When standing so high
Begs one to query
How small am I?
The beauty and scope
Of all that you see
Your spirit unlocked
Its grandeur the key.
Only at the top
Where tree and cloud meet
Do you feel alive
With every heartbeat.
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Hi Brad, beautifully written, your words flow so well uniformly 🙂
Thank you Prashanti for your kind words and continued readership!
I can read your words and feel myself there. Well written!
Thank you!