Avoiding the bleak gray was my day’s will,
So I went on a journey through rain to find a great hill;
Whilst on the road I saw a hawk in cloudy sky
And drove to the spot where I saw it dive.
Not a few steps and I was caked thick with muck,
But ‘twas for adventure I came, so I was in luck.
Hiking up steep I could see the buckeye tree’s peak
And from there I knew the mountain would speak.
Round twisted branches and sharp crags began descent
to a limbed cave so gnarly – this enchanted forest I went.
Beyond the squat oaks was a misted, foggy view,
From this new perspective all my troubles went askew.
And once back to safety I was met with a grin;
I realized there was no greater my day could have been.