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?