A Need to Climb

Gazing down from higher peaks
I see the world, my heart it leaps.
Overcome by potent passions
Joyous thrills within me seep.

Emerald carpet, on it runs,
The constant motion never done.
Swaying branches, lofty foliage
Glowing green in golden sun.

Torrents pass beneath the bridge
Far distant now, a bent knife edge.
Green it twists and sparkles too,
A silent surge below my ledge.

Amber, blue, a suave maroon,
The sky shows off its awesome hues.
A puff of cloud, an eagle high,
And on the air a scent of dew.

Coffee brews, I sip and sigh,
The stress and worry I defy.
Were there never times like these
I could not live, I'd surely die.

Squirrels chatter from the trees
And Mother Nature is at ease.
Sheep like specks on distant hills,
The scent of pine upon the breeze.

Wilderness around instills
A plethora of stunning thrills.
Moments seem to last for weeks,
For nothing else this need fulfills.