poem of the day May 17 

What is so alluring

about the top

of the mountain

that would make

someone risk

their lives to

reach the summit?

What is up there

besides a view?

There are no trees

little oxygen

Just a dead place

where nothing

can grow

except human ego

Seems like

this desire of

King of the hill

was nature's way

to lead the

over driven

power hungry

self centered

away from

the lush valley below