Voice of the Mountain

I am

The voice of the mountain

A solemn silhouette etched against the twilight sky

I am

The spirit of the wind

Rushing and swirling, ruler of the clouds

I am

The essence of the sunrise

Rising majestically above the earth, basking in my own glory

I am

Soaring high above the forests

Flying wild and free- I am an eagle

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was one of my first experiments with poetry my freshman year; although typical, I still take pride in it

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