Oh Great Mountain

How high you tower over us

Your trails rocky, dry, and scorched

For whom does the bell toll that I may endure such anguish

Why must my trek be so harsh

For what sin must I abandon to disallow this pain

What is it that you wish to gain

The Sun beats down

My legs give way

And yet, I trudge forward

I come before you to find an answer

I come before you because I have no where else to go

I come before you to leave my past behind

Once I reach your peak

You embrace me with the wind

I scurry down lush green and muddy rock

The moon greets me and says hello

The city looks bejeweled from twilight

I am no longer sad

I am no longer defeated

I am cleansed

I am neat

I am