At the bottom looking up

Dreaming about reaching the peak

Rippling creek pushing, carving out the slate

Sun peeking through the range

Miles of thick forest coating the highland

Feeling the burning in my legs

Rough stones pounding into sole of shoes

Sweat dripping down my face

Losing strength

Imagining reaching the pinnacle  

Keep pushing

Glare at wildlife as ascension continues

Amber aspen leaves floating off trees

Almost there

Won't stop pushing now

At the summit

Bright sun glistens against my eyes

Glancing over the range, satisfied

Overcame all odds, done pushing

Relieved, though not finished

The journey isn't reaching the peak, but pushing yourself every step on the way up