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,
Rain drops 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 weighed a ton.
I tried and tried,
But when I was there my father sighed.
For I had been gone long,
Still our laughter echoed and sung.
Thru the night of horror,
Forever we will always soar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem