O' travelers who seek the peak
Forget not to enjoy the sides
The sides are where the flora grows,
Where life looks down to the valley
And the hiking legs scale and slip
On the way to the peak so high
That clouds float beneath the shoe soles
Or so low- where bartered are souls
They're like the stepping stones to goal,
The failures on the way to success,
Can a ladder work without the
Rungs except for the final one,
Life is about the path taken
More than the destination reached
O' travelers who seek the peak
Forget not to enjoy the sides...
~Ajay
8/11/17
