Our essence, our lives, an alpine to scale.
For climb it we must, no option to share.
A tumble through daisies, a forget-me-not trail.
A tot in the meadow, only parents to care.
The trail soon turns upward, a cliff here and there.
The tree line appears, our teen years are here.
Some foothills, a slope, some low relief hills.
We venture on high, the thrills and the chills.
For soon we must know, our life is as ice.
No plateaus to rest, no warmth to entice.
We struggle to climb, we touch the white peak.
And look down below, no time more to speak.
Our life from afar, a sonorous clear tune.
The only one hears, a dim sallow moon.
For alone we must die, our solitude bare.
The crest we did reach, no one left to care.