The Moutains Poem by James Bost

in the middle of the earth stands in front of me you
at the very top
i climb the highest moutain through all the weather
storms and puddles of rain your lightning and purple skies
hiking the journey to live
what we had at first
its doesnt matter how high the moutain
if i was to fall down and break a bone
i'll get back up and hike pride
to show you how much i care
im sorry for all my bullshit
you trying beam the sun over my head
and blow me off the cliff
you blow a hurricane or snow storm to freeze me
i play hard i climb smart
to get to the top
and remain love
the snow wont plant my feet to the earth
and the rain wont wipe me away
i'll climb climb climb climb climb