Humble Mountain

looking down

By Ali LovePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Kyle Johnson on Unsplash

I stand high above

Though I look down on the world

I am so humble

nature poetry

About the Creator

Ali Love

I have lived an extraordinary life. I have traveled through time and space to get to the place I am in the Here and Now. Some may wonder how I am still alive, still strong, and continue to live with an enthusiastic zest for life.

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