The wind blew through her hair
Her breath deep and full
She stood atop the mountain
Gazing over the landscape still

Her feet started to edge forward
A walk became a run
And suddenly she was sprinting
Down the mountain side for fun

High pitched excitement escaped her face
Her arms flailing wildly
Until she reached the bottom
And looked back up so gladly

Out of breathe and panting
She started back up the mountain
Until she reached the top again
And tumbled down it like a fountain