Questions From The Rim Poem by hollie ash

Am I breathless for the altitude or the view?
Do I thank mother nature or father time?
Does the cold make me shiver or was that because of a falling star?
Is it the edge or the freedom that makes me lose my balance?

Do I stand straight like the trees or am I everchanging like the sands?
Is it the fire or the company that warms me?
Is the earth on my feet making them dirty or cleansing them?

Am I whispering or is it the vastness that makes me feel so quiet?
Is it the beer or the fresh air that gives me a buzz?
Am I so small that it doesn't matter or am I big enough to make a difference?