Upon the mountain’s peak, I find my spirit soaring, a refuge among the clouds, a bond with the cosmos eternal. Here, the world unfolds, a panorama of jade and gold, each hue a promise, each breath a statement of being.

In this solitude, I am whole, where the air sings through pines, a symphony of ancient whispers, a conversation with the winds. I am kissed by nature’s grace, my heart dances with stars, a seamless connection forged, a testament to life in all its forms.

• Pablo Neruda