Throne

The glamour of your powerful peak
So entices me to summit your mountainous throne,
And impels me to journey up
Your twisted trail.

I am welcomed with encouraging breezes and
Luscious moss, and
The flowers gossip over my
Foreign footprints.

Yet as I near your
Majestic peak
I am greeted with a
Glacier like glare as the
Air nibbles at my ears and
Bullies my nose.
You prohibit even common trees to
Enjoy your highness,
Reigning over your powerless citizens:
Your blindly faithful flowers and
Your helpless rocks.
Your brilliant berries and
Your simple stream.

With the view you hold
Possibility kneels at the base of your peak.
Befriend the beauty of
Wisdom.