Higher is better. Nothing is promised when you aim low.
A creek so clear
It’s almost see thru
Thirst, the taste of dust
I forget what I came thru
The desert was a spell
Its sky a millions watts
The reasons not known
I, burning, without a hat
Hope alone weighed a ton
A burden not be undone
This weight, I egged on
Slow march, in to the dawn
The scenes changed slowly
Something new, a river valley
Moist, cool, green shine
I’m Here, its pretty, alpine!
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