“It’s Nice To Be Here”

Here, above the land, I take your hand;
Here, where all is open, lit with sun,
Upon a peak of rock we looking stand.
Together we have climbed and reached and won,
And now the earth rolls outward from our feet,
Or does it gather up to us, complete?
Your hands are scraped and scratched like mine,
Your cheeks are very roughly brushed up too,
Yet you are more than beautiful to see
And all the hills about must climb to you.
“It’s nice to be here” are the words divine,
And here I am with you, and you with me,
Where far-off mountains gleam and shine
And twitterings of birds fly up so free,
While on a peak of rock we looking stand.

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