Go To The Mountain Top

I climbed the highest mountain top, to find myself there,
I listened for the birds and looked out everywhere.
Quietness I found, all alone I was there,
Looking down below, at my heart did I stare.

I thought of my life, all alone I was now,
How I struggled every day, for a purpose somehow.
The world seemed so distant, a place unlike my home,
I saw many people so sad and all alone.

The mountain air so crisp, refreshing to my mind,
Gave way to inner healing, a secret there to find.
I saw little chipmunks, dancing to and fro,
I heard squirrels chattering, I even fed a doe.

I saw a different world that day, much unlike my own.
As I felt my heart calling, my purpose to take home.
Our world can be a better place, one just needs the key,
Go to the mountain top, and there you too, will see.

Author: Donald D. Campbell
Copyright @ 2000