Hiking in paradise takes pain and wraps
It up in unmeasurable beauty.
The narrow trails that cling to mountain caps
As strong magnets are drawn to their duty
Give only the briefest security
To the hiker that passes deep ravines,
Cliff’s edges views of blue obscurity.
The trickling spring runs constant, tests the means
Of those who choose to cling, blindly grasping
For the unfeeling indented wet rocks.
The last trial before views of crashing
Water, a valley of rock and green moss.
Hikers pause before the sheer majesty,
A waterfall lives in real fantasy.