As my legs rotate
to propel my stallion
up the treacherous mountain,
my thighs burn,
my chest suffers,
And my head aches.
Why does my head hurt?
Shakily, I grab my bottled water
And I feel instant relief
rush through my body.
It is time
to continue.
As I ride,
I see glimpses of light
peek through the shadows of the trees.
I feel brief moments of warmth
as I ride through the sun patches.
I can smell the summer air,
motherly and giving,
And the birds chirp
to their loved ones.
As I reach the peak,
I feel accomplished
And excited
for what is to come.
What comes up
must come down,
So I shift into high gear.
