Atop the mountain
I sit;
With all its glory and
Serenity

Trees instead of fences
The blue sky my roof

The sounds of the birds
Play as my symphony

The green grass
My soft blanket

Where the silence
Makes your mind
Wonder away

The morning sunrise
Painted only by God
Himself today

I stand there
And let the Wind
Comb my hair

And the rain
Cleanse my soul

For I have found paradise
Atop the mountain..