A Day up the Mountain
As I walk on this rising trail,
A path that climbs through twilight’s gentle shade—
Not dark, not light, but like a dream grown pale,
Where distant glimmers through the dawn are laid.
A speck of day ahead, like hope remade,
Drawing my footsteps toward its quiet gleam,
As a time-worn traveler, long delayed,
Revived at last by morning’s golden theme,
I rejoice to find the end of shadow’s seam.
The peak reached, my toil at last complete,
I stand upon the height with breathless gaze,
Like one who breaks from forest’s shaded seat
To find the summit bathed in noonday blaze.
The view is vast, a land of lush arrays—
Of hills and valleys, mountains rising free.
The sky is clear, the air a golden haze,
And all around me spreads eternity—
A world unveiled in light, a boundless jubilee.
WoPoLi 
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