Alaska

Canyons chiseled by rivers old
Morning sun bathing mountains in gold
Their peaks hit the sky 
Stirring the clouds ever so high
Standing on the summit
Dreaming I could fly
Gazing down upon the rest of the world 
Trees with their branches 
Distorted and curled 
Cover the ground laying below me
Seeming a carpet of moss
All the way to the edge
Of the ocean, it's water half frozen 
And a solid white
I wish you could see 
This magnificent sight 
Sending shivers, almost of fright
I'll always remember
The end of this Alaskan night. 

Author's Note

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