I stand below the mountain looking up My feet can’t wait to start the rustic climb At the summit I and my love will sup And drink from flasks of dry and fruited wine The journey starts with just one trembling step Potential looms ahead like stone hewn stairs Waiting to be conquered skipped and leapt Taken one by one and sometimes in pairs Green fir trees, oaks and maples to discover With flora, fauna, rocks and water too A new adventure’s like a new lover Bright at start flowers shades of pink and blue Will I face this mount and be victorious? Or will I fall from the height so glorious?