Seizing the day

rising out of the abyss

the path is long

a rendition of a song coming from my lips

Forming a symbiotic relationship

with the land

using a strategy of conservation

leaving little waste per the plan

Halfway up the stairs

the rain begins to fall

water spilling over

creating a wall

Reaching the top

fresh air to breathe

the sun warms my skin

spirit rises in the breeze

Looking back at the stairs

there is some snow and ice

left from the water retreating

creating nutrients for the wildlife

Time immortal

when some things rust

there is comfort in knowing

it will be reclaimed as dust