Poezja

Green, red, orange, and white
Nothing was ever clear in my sight.
 
Silhouetts of trees and rocks;
A howl sends chills to my socks.
 
The forest was never quiet,
Raindrops fell in a set.
 
Damp and depressed
But I was obsessed.
 
Tiredness had overwhelmed my soul,
If I fell I would pay the toll.
 
Climbing and climbing with nothing to gain,
My soul will not rest till I am home again.
 
Lights as bright as the sun
Shone ahead, but I weighted a ton.
 
I tried and tried,
When I ws there my father sighed.
 
For I had been gone long,
Still our laughter echoed in song.
 
Through the night of horror,
Forever we will always soar.