Mountains #wwwblogs

The days grow short

And my eyes are drawn


Where my feet long

To plant themselves

Among the rocky trails

Finding flowers

Where none should grow

And pushing

Ever further

On a climb that goes on and on

A mountain waits

For time and courage

And steady feet

Over shifting surfaces

Until we see the world

From greater heights

Wingless birds

Soaring despite it all – Caroline A. Slee

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