Riding up a Mountain

Drink in the forest

Green and glorious.

Getting drunk on its beauty

I drown in the fresh air,

Sweet with the fragrance of life

like a drug in my veins.

Joy overrides caution,

I am free…

I can’t contain myself

my spirit soars…

For now the concrete jungle forgotten

as I ride up the mountain,

surrounded by forests,

lost in wonder.

-Theresa Lazt