Standing at the very edge,
Right above the valley,
Shouting out into the air,
Waiting to hear an echo.
But all that I hear is the wind,
Howling into my ears,
Screaming from all directions it is,
Moist and brimming with tears
"The voice shall not call back", it screams,
"Only a loss shall you incur"
But it is difficult for me to move on when,
The sight is so spectacular.
