Only a mountain climber knows,
as one who has scaled its heights
to worship its beauty in the dawn;
one who has slept on its breast;
one who has measured his strength
in its height;
one who has followed its longest trail
and laughed in the face of its fiercest gale.
A mountain climber
who has scaled its peaks
and climbed its windswept summits,
alone with God.
Only a mountain climber knows
the awesome feeling of being.
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