To The Top Poem by Patrick Czyz

First to relish the misty rain.
First to see the sunrise reign.
First to converse with clouds.
First to transcend lowly ground.

Your regal realms are nothing but skies.
Your lordly stance is by nothing surpassed.
Your posture's so still, yet so content.
Your elegance's immune to tempests' torment.

What treasure it is to save-
What fortune it is to have-
For rocky crowns to be placed
On a world by mountains embraced.