The Dark Stone (Nature's Journeys Part 2)

Racing up the chilling stone,
towards the mountain's path.
I turn away from the loving sun,
to face the angered noonday's wrath.

Thistles mixed with shattered rock,
try to rip away what's mine,
as hurriedly I run up towards
the far horizon line.

There up on the stony peak,
where the wind sings to the sky.
The sun dances in its reverie
and dares to catch my eye.

Up above the moon does watch
in silent thoughtful ponderings.
Watching, waiting to behold
the reason for my wanderings.

And in a lucky glimpse it seems,
a shimmer almost unseen.
Far from this cold darkened peak,
in a forest mysterious, green.

Down the cold and rocky path,
to the base I run with speed.
And at its borders I will wait,
until I've got the strength I need.