Soft breezes in my hair; wind whispers in my ear.
That heady nature perfume.
I reached the lush green summit, soaring high;
the drifting cloud above me like an angel spreading its wings,
fraying for a few rays to grace the valley parting the mountains.
Veins sunk into the opposite ridge from rainfall combed through braids of trees streaking the sides.
I breathed in the life the emerald gems gave.
It was an earthly Elysium.