Reaching The Top

I sat on top of the mountain and peered down at what I had just climbed. The sun shone down on me, and I put my cap on to keep myself from getting sun burned. Up here on the mountain top it was nice and quiet. The only sounds I heard were the sounds of my dad and step mom talking behind the rock I was sitting on. Their chatter was soothing and quiet, because I was focused on the view in front of me. Ahead of me was a whole range of mountains. I could see all the bright colored plants on the mountains and there were about a thousand different shades of green in the forests on the mountain. I looked down at to about where we had started and thought about looking at the sign that said my elevation and where we were going and how tall the top looked like from down here. At that moment I knew exactly how an ant felt. Now I was at the top sitting on a rock after passing all kinds of wildlife. Every step of the way the colors on the mountain started to change in to different shades and when we were almost to the top there were some patches of snow even though it was summer. After a few minutes break we made our way back down the mountain and a few clouds rolled in.