A pack of warriors, striding ahead
Towards that mountain top, snow-capped
Bathed in sunlight like pure gold
Mesmerizing, mysterious and unmapped.
Trampling on icicles, leaves and mud
Sweat and dirt trickle down the skin
Dreary eyes aim to reach the peak
Before the darkness comes in.
Stomping boots, thumping chests
The warriors bear the pain
Of sack-bearing shoulders and weary knees
In the hope of glittering gain.
Everything around seems a shadow
They see only the prized goal
Ignoring the smell of trees and hum of crickets
Beckoning to them from the mountain’s soul.
When they reach, barren land
Meets them, a shroud of fog around
Finally at their goal, they know
The journey was what their heart found.
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