First Fall

From the bottom of the peak, all I see is the sky Perfectly blue, blanketed in cotton clouds Once I reach the top, I'll launch into heaven Halfway up and I see the top of her head Further up and I see the full mountain The trees are on fire. Leaves of bright oranges, yellows and reds sticking out in between the green. Leafless branches resembling smoke The beauty is enough to bring a tear to my eye The tear holds on to my eyelid, scared to fall As I gaze into the tear, I see an inverted reflection of nature's beauty Enough to make her fall down my cheek, tickling me, as she becomes a trail

-TheNamelessPoet.com