The Mountains
By Emilia R
Published 10 September 2023
Still. Standing. Sinister.
A scope of colour fills my eyes.
Surrounded by tall peaks reaching towards the atmosphere. A soaring summit that seems impossible to grasp.
A carpet of greenery trails, the crisp air impales my body, making it hard to breathe.
The rocks beneath my feet make it hard to balance, every step creates a creaking sound. My heart begins to throb as the pillows of clouds float above me…
The glare shoots and attacks my eyelids, making it hard to see.
Hush winds whistle, singing in my ear.
Insects buzz beneath the logs, an orchestra of sounds.
An uphill battle, the mountain intimidates everything below it.
Though it brings a sense of peace, I am tempted to go closer to the mountain…
Bit by bit.
Swaying stalks hang onto the mountain, coating it in green.
Sinister. Standing. Still.