It's a hard climb, steep and rocky,
to find what we love at the top,
harder still to look down
as the village in the valley
knits together night and day
with sweet white smoke
billowing from chimneys,
where children draw and dream,
their parents cooking,
watching the last red rays of the sun
warm the fragile windows
as it dips somewhere
deep into another valley.
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