He stood alone atop a mountain peak
And looked in wonder at the snow surrounding him,
His tiny shape drowning in pure white greatness
And his eyes reflecting millions of perfect flakes,
Just like the mountain lakes
Reflect the myriads of stars.
He felt at peace;
The beauty of this place was healing all his scars.
The tears he shed no longer spoke of pain,
They merely fell like joyful summer rain,
There was no longer any reason why the tears should fall
But that they were the crystals of his soul,
A soul that hurt no more.
And then, as if abiding by some ancient law,
He stretched his arms up to the sky and thanked the Gods;
He sang a tune because he couldn't find the words
To show what was inside his heart.
He stood there an eternity and yet a single moment passed
Before he turned towards the precipice
And with one final glance
He took his deadly plunge towards the ground;
And as his fell he felt the mountains all around,
He felt the gentle breeze on his uncovered skin
He felt the joy and happiness within.
And like a flying bird he stretched his wings
And looking at the blinding snowy peaks
He thought:
"This is the greatest way to leave the world!"