A Trek Through The Himalayas

The journey lasts for days and days.

We trek up valley, hill, and slope

We carry with ourselves the hope

To traverse strange, untrodden ways.

We enter now a world of clouds.

Along the way we hear a call

Of mountain wind a waterfall.

The pallid mist is spreading shrouds.

At last we reach the final peak.

The summit beckons us to come

The air is cold, our feet are numb.

We climb to reach the place we seek.

The path is steep and narrow there.

It snakes its way-these stairs of stone

Now mark the route we make our own.

The sunshine glides the lucid air.

The peak is stark and bright as snow

We look where sky and earth merged,

From high above. Our souls purged.

Forgotten lies the world below.