An Adventure

At the foot of the white-tipped mountain
We set up camp on green blades of grass
And that night under a black sky dotted with stars
We slept singing songs of old and eating bread
For the next day, early as the sun broke
We set forth, for the peak of ice we walked.

It took us six days, we hiked we climbed
Across the beaten track and beyond the paths
We met a lake of blue and green with fish
And beavers that swam and pulled logs in it
We hunted one and ate it hot on a blazing fire
Made from wood that we got from trees of Spruce

On the seventh day when the sun peaking out
From behind the horizon it welcomed us
Upon the peak of Mount Magut we stretched our feet
And we laughed and clapped hi-fives
And hugged each other in the cold air
That swept up from down below

We then looked at each other for a moment
Back and forth we nodded agreement
And we jumped down the mountain
With parachutes we swayed fast.
Down fast we went against the cold breeze
The camps down below like ants we saw

And in a few minutes we descended
In an open field of grass we landed
And laughed and hugged
For the climb of days took so brief now
To get back to camps and a fire we set up
And there we lay and sang and bread we ate.