Summit of Song

climbing to the peaks of the mountain high,
she feels the wind against her closer to the sky,
finally reaching the peak of the highest rock,
looking at the view as birds fly in a flock,
the wind settles down against her clothes of white,
she stands and at first sings softly staying light,
building up her words to peaks of the song,
while her pitch is pleasant and long,
the wind builds also pushing against her skin,
as she continues on pushing more from within,
the more she sings the more the wind blows,
as her white dress flaps as it flows,
finally reaching the highest note she can express,
the wind blows so hard it rips off her whole dress.