The tip of the mountain is not covered in snow,
Its sharp edges are cutting through the sky
And calling for my hands.
Poor and empty, they have reached the top
And scratched through dry grass and solid stone.
I lost and dropped objects of the soul,
I am filled now with photons and solar radiation.
The journey takes,
The adventure gives.
thank you for your comments once again! 🙂 I wish you a great 2020!
The last two lines gave me a lot to think about. You are very right, a journey can be wearing but an adventure is – energizing!