Rastamarie

The mountain is my home. I find peace in it. Whenver I climb and stretch my feet and arms to reach the roots to cling on..I feel so glad and don't care if it might cause some wounds or bruises in my arms and legs. Rasta Marie said..I climb up the summit but it doesn't end there; I come down again after hearing the sound of the wind...engaging myself to another challenge...what can be seen above, cannot be seen from below...I am a climber, I ascend and descend. Though I can't see the summit any longer, I have seen it's beauty..The artistic view of what I saw above remains in my head as I go down...If I can't see the higher part anymore...at least I know what's up there...This is my life..my choice..Mountains complete me!