The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend
Poems, Prose and Photographs
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend
