The Cliff

I want to climb to the top of a cliff, look over the edge to the depth of what is below me

I want to take a rock, toss it down into the abyss; lie on my stomach and watch as it bounces from spot to spot;

 Clunk, smash, crack; sounds echo across the plains from wall to wall into the air; taken away from the breeze that runs through the cavern.

Slowly, the rock crumbles apart, dirt and fragments fly off from the force until it finds its final resting place.

Dust settles, sounds die down, solitude.

I roll onto my back; stare into the deep blue sky, watch the clouds gently float across the sky.

Close my eyes; warmth of the sun sinks into my exposed skin, air softly moves across my face as if the wings of a fairy flew past; strands of my hair are lifted, than fall back down.

Leaves rustle somewhere in the distance; high above a hawk caws.

My eyes open; watch as the large majestic bird circles above – its wings caught in the breeze, gliding in the currents.

I breathe deep, relish in the serenity that I have found, engulfed in my own little world of peace.