I taste the water from the stream
That flows from mountains high,
I breathe the air so clear and pure
And gaze towards the sky,
I view the scenery beyond
Surrounding far and wide,
A place where I can find myself
And feelings deep inside.
Of love and all it has to give
For it's residing here,
I reach towards the golden sun
With nothing left to fear,
I watch the clouds all sailing by
Upon the winds that blow,
And wonder where they're heading to
What secrets they will show.
Yet here I know that freedom lives
Its voice is calling me,
As it now leads forever on
To sweet serenity,
I walk along the rocky path
That winds from mountains high,
As now the evening starts to fall
Within the amber sky.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-taste-the-water/
