Standing atop a skylish mountain
the fitly clouds make it hard to see,
Breathing was hard with the thinness
of the once oxygen to be.
Unprepared I had climbed to escape
the polluted city of corruption,
And I had failed to notice the fire
that was coming from the eruption.
Trembling voices beneath the dragons fire
that was about to explode,
With spit balls of lava all ready active
and soon to deliver its load.
I had lost myself in the wilderness
with only a backpack in hind sight,
My inner emotions had driven me there
and the reasons were not right.
No sooner the sound of the rumbling
as the inner core let loose,
Running feet sounds around me
as a herd of the elusive moose.
A nest of the American eagle
with two baby chicks laid in the wake,
A feathered mother hovering above
knowing what was at stake.
Melting rock gushing out from the top
and spilling down the mountain side,
Wild animals in the line of fire and hopes on miracles
of Mother Nature they came to confide.
I wanted to run down to escape,
but I knew my chances were not for the best,
Too much running had already exhausted me
and I stopped to get a much needed rest.
Suddenly a huge moose fell right in front of me
and I instinctively jumped on its back,
And as it ran down the mountain I held on
with my hands on the antlers rack.
When we reached the bottom I got off
without letting my ride come to a stop,
There waiting for me in a black and white car
was an evacuating city cop.
Soon I was back to the city life I once knew
that had problems surmounting all around me.
It had such a great taste of being alive again
because freedom is a virtue that we can not always see.