I’m in need of a vacation, like all the time
I work hard day to day, I stay on the grind
To relax completely, sit back and unwind
Let the stillness of the atmosphere occupy my mind
Soaring, floating amidst the clouds
Suspended, yet grounded to the ground
Pointy tops, wide bases
Spiked, triangular shaped apexes
Climbing mountains, to the top
Literally and metaphorically
My mind can’t be stopped
As sharp as a needle
Sometimes in some spots
Supporting fertile land for vegetation
And covered in rocks
Jade, chartreuse, mossy green grass
Roaring winds, trembling
This too shall pass
Blowing away into the skies
White clouds, tight eyes
A head rush, a thrill, a grand old time
Temporarily forgetting the present, the now
High above the worries and doubt
Inhale tranquillity, exhale virtuosity
Atop a mountain is where peace will be
Peace, passion, purpose stirs inside
Take care of it, nurture it
Let hope arise
May peace, hope, love, joy
Descend down onto you from up above
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