Stairs
You've reached the top, so
there's nowhere left to climb.
Enjoy the mountain view now
for there's a shortage of time.
With every step you take,
tread gently and stroll long
for bagpipes are awaiting
another moment's song.
Come down with graceful ease,
like an eagle, gliding low.
When you reach the sower's ground
there are mysteries below.
12-9-2020
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