Trek

Trek

It is the highest peak,

And from where I stand

I can see a long way around

And feel the clouds

Go through my finger tips

I look at the sky, Eye to eye

Hey, it’s no conquest, so he smiles

As if we are old pals.

And I touch the mountain king

Like a father he had lifted

Me high on his hands,

As he puts me down to sleep,

The wind swings my tent,

Whistling a lullaby in my mind.

In this trek, I found a family and friend

And as I climb down

My brother trees show the direction

Along with gentle parting hugs

And a sister stream

Follows me along,

But now I have to move ahead

And build a nest,

To share those peaks

Of love, in flat lands.