My heart soars and sings
in the mountains where i was born
High and lofty, meant to
float on air and breeze
In the wind with the hawk
and eagle to guide
Away along the wild horizon
of dreams and beginnings
In the borders of the beauty
only found from the pinnacle
An edge of glory before
the jump launches us
Onto the winds of unknowing
always bound in Spirit
To let go in wonder
at the expanse
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