Treasure Island

Sarah Pesta


Climbing to the Top


One path leads to the top of the mountain
With nature surrounding both sides of the trail
Birds quietly chirping from a distance
The wind softly whistling through the trees

Climbing to the top seems like a challenge
Just by looking at the high point itself
The journey may seem like a long way up
Just keep going and it will get shorter

Two more paths stop the journey
One path seems shorter than the other
While the other one stretches out even farther
There is so much more to see than the distance of the paths

The longer path may seem harder than the other
There are good explanations for the longest path to be taken
For some people it may seem rather difficult
While the others continue on the path to the top

Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2009

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