To reach the top

The mountain pass

That was my only drive

Along the way

I lost and lived

Realized that I'm alive

I thought of dreams of futures kind

A kin of forest, woodland chyme

Seeing this, this vast awake

As sun behind me slowly cakes

I feel the need to be here, always

On the path, with sunlit canopies

Protector of an oaken wood

A sheriff, herald, marshal, good

To breed the onset of another

Branch bent sideways for its brother