-
- The
Climb
- Pungent,
pine scent
- of leaves
underfoot
- chill in
the trees overhead;
-
- winter in
my face
- and in my
heart,
- I climb
for the promise of sunlight.
-
- The crest
awaits me
- the
journey revives me
- racing
against the storm;
-
- winter at
my heels
- ice in my
heart,
- I
struggle for warmth of the sunlight.
-
- Redemption
eludes me
- the hour
escapes me
- darkness
descends o'er the land;
-
- fire's
comfort instills
- calm
peace in these hills,
- and
embers resemble the sunlight.
-
- The
morning will come
- and with
it the sun
- as snow
shines bright o'er the land;
-
- the scene
will inspire
- a journey
much higher,
- I'll
climb ever on toward the sunlight.
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