On Top of the Hill

by Mrs.leohoward

Not exactly mythology, but an Islamic poem. I wrote this for class, and decided to share it with you. Review!

On Top of the Hill

As I walk,

Leaved crunch under my feet

Trees keep rustling,

Refusing to stop,

Like a non-obedient child

Bells harmonize in the distance

Followed by the crier's shouts getting lost in the wind

Mist fills the air,

The petrichor so pleasant

Day breaks,

The sun says, "Farwell, I'll see you tomorrow."

I reach the edge of the cliff,

Feeling as if I were at the top of the world,

And unstoppable.