9 January 2013
We run up the hills Tripping and falling. A pesky brown root Sends my friend sprawling.
We push thorns away, And overgrowth, too. It's annoying; we Can't get to our view!
Skeeters buzz around, They try to stop us. Yet we still press on Through this mad cypress.
It's getting darker, We're almost too late! Almost to the top... And what will await.
I see a dim light Shining through a shrub. We scramble to it And... we are close up!
We all stand in awe For the setting sun. It casts an an orange Glow on us. We're done.
Colors mingle there. Like auburn and pink. Yellow, orange, blue... And black, too. Don't blink!
Then the colors blend Until they're all one Giant black blanket. Yet we stand there, stunned.
I blink, then they do, We look around now. One question still stands: Getting back home- how?
Race to the Top • Opuss № I