[Other] I Stand.

[BlacLord™]

Atop the peak of a mountain,
looking over the vast greens,
water streams through like a fountain,
trees there are, no less than thirteen.

Breathing in the cool thin air,
it slithers down my airways,
into my lungs.

As I exhale,
I reach out and close my eyes and for a moment,
time stops.

The water struggles,
The trees surrender,
Life's heart is bared,
even just for a moment.

I stand and ponder,
decide in slight,

and jump.

 

[IchaIchaSage]

I sit

 

[Kai NB]

Heavy man, please tell me he's cliff diving

 

[BlacLord™]

Heavy man, please tell me he's cliff diving

Poetry is a reflection of world in that it's open to interpretation but there are clues.

 

[Ryóma]

Where exactly did the jump land?

Nice poem by the way.

 

[BlacLord™]

Where exactly did the jump land?

Nice poem by the way.

Poetry is always open to interpretation; but there are small hints... numbers, personification etc.