A mountain in front
of you, and a valley
beyond, but you can’t
get to the valley for
the mountain is high.

Each step becomes
painful as the winds rock
your aching body and the
ground is crumbly beneath
your tired and heavy feet.

The rain falls, and you
begin to slide and slip your
way forward, and you want
to keep climbing, but all
you really desire is sleep.

And lying there, you are
taken away to a place where
the plains are flat and the
fresh river flows, and you
sit and look and feel the
sun on your skin and breath
the air that fills you with life.

You wake to the cold, and
ahead the mountain is tall,
and covered in mist,
imposing its distant will,
and you stand and look
and move one foot after
the other towards the peak.