Climbing On A Mountain Poem by Amber Glistener

Climbing on a mountain,
So high is scrapes the sky,
I stare down in bewilderment,
And never wonder why.

I stay steady in my hand holds,
waiting for the breeze,
still today I long for that,
the swirl around me in my pleas.

I climb a little higher,
in hopes that soon in time,
with the things transpiring in my life,
I never be through with this climb.

Then I think to my family,
what care and hope they have for me,
and my friends that stare up at that dot on the mountain,
squinting up just so they can see.

With my decision as I make it to the top,
I realize that I must come down,
life without them would be wrong,
it truly takes more than one to create a crown.

Atop this mountain on which I stand,
with my friends hand in hand,
we thank him and smile and gape in awe,
at the land below us not that small.

Climbing on a mountain,
So high it scrapes the sky,
We stare down in bewilderment,
And never wonder why.