Golden hues and a steady breeze run across my face
As I sit, warm and calm
Upon my throne of stone
Precision went into most steps
And others formed naturally
I jumped back and forth
Forward and up
I sit and bask in the now thick breeze
Beauty all around me
Engulfs me
Travelers pass and go
I watch them along the beaten path
Upon my throne of stone
Each blink loses sight
But warms my eyes and brings a calm
A calm to each deep breath I must take
At what point will they arrive?
I watch from below as I wait for the others
My pace unlike theirs
Clumsier
Wider
Without their stamina
But I do not digress
Because I continued to be spellbound by my surroundings
