Halfway Forest

It takes a certain calibre to climb to the top

A hard metal that won’t stop until it meets its target

And once you’re there you’re high in the clouds at the mountains peak

But it’s time to go home then and that goal isn’t as intense but a rewarding yearning for the familiar

The stillness of pine trees

Sunlight suspended on the gravel path

Bluebells silently ringing in purples

The slow fragrance of the forest walking beside me on my way home