Valley’s Call to Soar

Upon yonder snow-kissed peak, I stand, a lone voyager, a wanderer in a world dressed in pristine white. The valley below, a cradle of dreams and whispered tales, beckons to my very soul. In this moment, I am possessed by a longing, a fervent desire to defy gravity’s chains, to soar as if I were a feather carried by the winds of eternity.

Standing atop a snow-covered peak, I’m reminded that nature is the purest form of poetry

View form Pen-y-fan in the Brecon Beacons, Wales. Tap to view my redbubble gallery.

The valley, a canvas of undulating shadows and glistening promises, unfolds before my eyes, an expanse of dreamscape and memory. The world, adorned in the icy silence of winter, is a chalice of endless possibility, where the spirits of all that once was, and all that could be, commune in a timeless dance.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the valley, my heart quickens with a fierce yearning to leap from this precipice. To become one with the soaring eagles, to taste the air of the gods, and to trace my path across the heavens with wings of dreams.

But, alas, I am bound by the earthly tether, my feet planted on this frozen throne. Yet, in my mind’s eye, I am unburdened, a phoenix ascending, liberated from gravity’s relentless grip. The valley below whispers secrets of flight, of dreams unfettered, and for a brief moment, I am convinced that I could fly, for I am a poet of the heart, embracing the universal longing to transcend the ordinary and become part of the elemental poetry of the world.

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2 responses to “Valley’s Call to Soar”

  1. Pkmundo avatar
    Pkmundo

    💯💓

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  2. brazannemuse avatar

    A beautiful piece of prose, and the photograph, totally spoke to my heart that feels the same way … recently been in wales – so beautiful 🥰

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