The gradual slope tricks the mind,
As steepened paths lay behind.
Muscles burn, lungs call for peace,
The distant peak is just out of reach.
A second wind fuels the rush,
For vistas awaited, a scene so lush.
Satisfaction from the climb,
The highest reward, pure and fine.
Returning to earth, a new quest to start,
With visions of peaks held close to heart.
Ascending is life’s grand art,
Each climb is a lesson, a fresh new start.
