The day isn’t always welcomed by the sun
Sometimes it’s cloud and sideways swiping rain
Your face not always basked by warm suns glow
Sometimes it’s cold expands the crevasses of age and pain.
Though crest is hidden by crag or growth
The hills end naer moves futher from your grasp
The minds eye drifts to times and faces past
All futures lost to mental resignation of fate.
From one small spark a mammoth wildfire spreads
The gift of stubbornness oxygen to that flame
Ignites the heart and beats within your chest
One step and start it all again.