Ode to the Mountain-

Every day it offers a new sight, a new spirit and a fresh breath;

It does not do an effort to change, to look different, and to show its beauty;

It all happens naturally, genuinely.

Every time i rediscover myself through a walk a hike a jump, i am reborn;

It could be the challenge, the discipline, the silence, the solid grounds and strenght around;

Silent, yet so expressive and loud;

The sound of the springs, of the snow being crushed and molded to fit “Me”, my steps, my soul;

The wind that blows from all sides and takes the sight in all directions, the spirit floating without limits;

Extreme and sweet feelings, thoughts of fearless moments;

Around were waves of mountains;

I was eye to eye with tops of mountains;

I felt drunk up in the air;

Drunk to the extent i believed i was equal to them;

Freedom is the water i drank.

Again and again and again – I would do it;

Step by step – All is created;

With love and respect, i bow to God’s creation, to Nature.

Many thanks and happy trails,
Christian Akhrass