Mount

I journeyed from the depths below
to that shrine where wild flowers grow
and clouds come close enough to know;

I beckoned one to socialize
but it ignored my squeaky cries
preferring the untainted skies

then left without a second glance—
consoled by blossoms’ breezy dance
I managed a forgiving stance

forgetting what it means to frown
just long enough to cast eyes down
and watch a monarch leave it’s crown

to also fly away scot-free,
somehow escaping gravity
and all the hapless fools like me

that wonder on such perfect days
if we could ever thusly raise
ourselves above our worldly ways.