19 October 2012
A strenuous trek, Our bags have been through an efficient check. At first we were elated, Because no one contemplated, How long this walk would be, Thus naively we sing with glee.
Maps in one hand, compass in the other, I hope the sky doesn't cry or else we'll be forced to take cover. Although the sky looks a crystal clear blue, No one is around except me and you.
Half way to the top, My legs turn to jelly and I have to stop. Even from here people look like ants, My belly performs summersaults and the butterflies begin their nauseous dance.
Up we climb, higher and higher, But thankfully we're armed with appropriate attire. The air feels even more oxygenated up here, The end is insight so I speed up a gear.
I'm at the peak! I let out a victorious shriek! The world at this height looks like a colourful canvas, They remind me of home back in Kansas.
You and I face each other with looks of amenity, As we drink in this symbol of perfect serenity.
Life's A Climb • Opuss № I