I was on a mountain peak

Way up high.

I could see the world.

I could touch the sky.

I found that I

Could only ascend

With the sun as my sister

And the moon my friend.

I thought I was above

Much better and beyond

Than any humanly

Emotional bond.

But as I looked about

I found I was alone

Others below had friends,

Family, and homes.

So I stepped off my zenith

Landing on a passing cloud.

I was on my way down

To a kinder and feeling crowd

I don't regret my descent

Thought at times I miss my peak.

It's much nicer to be humbler.

It's more warming to be meek.