I slept amongst the shade Cast by the eucalyptus and caressed by the breeze; Birds they sing to share their message. Dreams come and go rapidly Too fast to cast my judgment; I latch on and then let it go. Reluctantly I awaken at the foot of Huascaran Smaller than when I began but prouder than when I came; Body refreshed and mind reset I roll over for more.
via Daily Prompt: Branch This is me, I am but a tree. With my roots in the ground, I am able to grow round. Through the winter cold, until the river runs bold. My branches are strong, by the wind they sing a song. Of patience and realness, and love for stillness.