On Top A Hill

Florence E. Stiff

I love to stand on top a hill
as the clouds float by
And time stands still,
For a moment even
My heart does cease
As I gaze down on
His masterpiece.

I behold the beauty
no artist can paint
I close my eyes and
still I can't
Erase the impression
I come to know
That must dwell in
That tranquil valley below,
My life captures another thrill,
Each time I stand on top a hill.