Trudging up the mountainside
following the trail
Climbing high with every step
hope my feet don’t fail
Although the way is difficult,
the cool breeze is my coach.
The towering trees above me
applaud my slow approach.
Now I’m getting closer
I hear the rushing roar
I smell the fragrance of the pines
My heart begins to soar.
The water is before me
It sprays against my face
A rainbow rises in the mist
to speak of heaven’s grace.
Abundant life is here
Fresh green moss abounds
My weary spirit is revived
Ready to go back down.
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