Climbing

A cliff face rises as the sun

Climbs up to midday bright,

Casting forth his light upon

Advent’rers scaling heights

On treach’rous rock they slow ascend

With careful feet they climb,

And grasp with fingers deft, as wind

Blows gently, like a sigh.

They seek the crest, which grants at last

A view unmatched in peer,

Where valleys wander, ‘neath the path

Along the skyline clear.

Then will they rest, and take their ease,

‘Ere vent’ring farther still,

And linger as they gaze, well-pleased

Upon the land of hills.