Climbing

We tread in life many path
With joys, bliss, peace and scathe.
Though we vary in path in ego and wrath
We tread soft lanes merrily, joyously.

Trodden are all beautiful lanes
Of the heavens and skylines
For our eyes are lost to things
Pleasing to senses,
Sweet, heartfelt and deep.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin