There are mountains and there are valleys.
We climb quickly when we are young,
Ignoring the difficult terrain.
the small beauties are trampled on the way up,
in order to reach the peak;
to breath the pristine air
and revel in this wonder called life.
Then we are older; begin to return to the valley.
The journey is slow.sometimes frightening, sometimes sad,
yet, we note the beauty we pass,
knowing this will be our last view this time;
as we reach the valley, we do not raise our heads,
for fear of the despair as we yearn to reach the peak again,
knowing that it is no longer ours.
'Faux Volcano' PhotoArt Kim Cady