Top of The Hill - AP Beckstead

A cool Summer breeze,
the sun at my back,
wind blowing softly,
cast lazily between leaves,
surrounding my mind,
with the soft touch of peace.

A wish in my heart,
a prayer on my breath,
remembering the times,
from then till my death.

My mind often clouded,
doubt and white lies,
my soul is transparent,
filled with warm sighs.

These trails of wind,
tell my story to me,
from the simplicity of childhood,
until my body succumbs to disease.

Don't worry about the length,
care not for the width,
find strength in the journey,
each second a gift

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AP Beckstead is an English Major and hopefully wants to obtain a PH.D. is Creative Writing.