A Journey

I have taken many journeys, both into my imagination and into a deeper part of me. I decided to try to take the lighter path on this journey, a steam train came to mind, travelling through valleys and climbing mountains; not unlike life.

Dusted grey, billows high,
As the engine slowly weaves,
Round bends, through valleys,
Past growth of verdant leaves.

Apple blossom, long past gone,
The heat begins to rise.
I look up to the mountains,
To their stony, ashen heights.

The contrast, brashly stark,
Against the flourishing of the new.
Compared to the stature,
Of the old and shrewd.

We climb these craggy giants,
Leaving patchwork quilts below.
And what seemed bare and empty,
Has found a way to grow.

Unique colours found this high,
Less air, they've overcome.
To live and thrive, just like below,
There's a sense how far I've come.

This display of adaptation,
Should show within our lives.
Like the rock, stand strong,
For each destination, we should strive.