A mountain climber
soaring upwards towards
the snow white
clouds.
Breaths short, yet
clear.
Weaving in and out through
pines and birch
etching his way tediously,
slowly,
perfectly painting his way.
Flickers of sunlight thoughts,
birds flying freely
gliding beyond his reach.
Night befell the climber
as he sleeps beneath
a living tree. Hoot owls
crying matefully into the night
dew drops sprinkling his
sandy balding hair.
Again besieged by the top,
so clear
in the new day.
Finally climber ascends to reach the tree tops
and without falter
finds his dream
top.........free and fresh
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