Difficult climb to the top of the mountain,
First step, next grip, keeps the momentum;
Search for the peak, the head of a titan,
One trial, one path, and my determination.
Struggles met on the narrow, steep ridge,
Temptations and trials, all seem authentic;
Stay to the trail, don’t fall off a cliff,
A lion waits at the bottom, hungry and quick!
At last at the top, or so it would seem,
On a ledge I did look at the distant scene…
A giant among dwarfs loomed beyond me,
Flaunting, harassing, and curiosity provoking.
“Someday,” I say, with utmost certainty,
“I will reach that peak at the end of my journey.”
As I ride the sky through the water so deep,
Past mountains, clouds, and submarines;
I think of the friends who help me to fly,
Through the storms, wakes, and rapids of life.
I fly through the air without a care,
My wings, the oars, help me to soar;
Not on my own, lest I should fall,
Together, we row and paddle ’til dawn.
To the horizon we travel, so far,
Not knowing the way, “Maps are too hard”;
Round bends and streams and islands we go,
Through tunnels and portals we continue to row!
We were almost there, or so it would seem,
‘Til the Whoshliverbeliner started to scream…
Oh how it thundered, so deep and loud;
With ripples in the sky, it shook every mount.
We barely survived, the craft started to sink!
“Full power ahead!” The captain did speak;
So we pushed through that gargantuous storm,
Made it across, and shortly fled home.
Now I sit here, thinking back on the days,
Of friends, adventures, and many tall tales;
The sun starts to set, dusk draws near;
Sleep starts to take me, another quest for me there…