Skip to content

The Mountain Peak

And seeing how far the peak was,

            Distant and snow-capped,

The walker became weary,

                                   Legs of lead and dragging.

Night fell,

            Stars rose,

Sleep was forgone.

The walker plodded still.

Moments passed,

            Seasons gone,

The mountain peak grew closer,

                                   Ice melting and streams filling.

Just at its foot,

            The walker stopped.

The journey over,

            Yet just begun.

No more does this walker walk,

            And in stillness, flowers burst atop them,

                        A vivid sign in yellows and whites.

Far behind, another comes,

            Feet travel in footprints long since set,

The peak is just ahead.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

error: Content is protected !!