When I look up, I see nothing blue,
Yet I am hooked, to these woods like glue
Come rain, snow or sun,
I will move till I burn
To the steeps ahead, I call
To the beasts ahead, I call
Meet me at the next mile,
Ready for an embrace no matter the vile
For the pointy edge in the skies
Is my goal, before my goodbyes
To the summit, a fox calls
I need only walk , before everything falls
Before everything falls!