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We have not come far
Climbed for a day
Trees surround and sustain us
All of the way

Morning comes, we are glad
An open night, spent naked and cold
We look round and the mist makes us sad
Couldn’t tell you much
But the few trees still here look tired and old

The climb goes on as time goes on
A steady, welcome pace
The sky above still glitters with stars
The ground below now littered with fire
For the first time we feel a presence in this place

Tomorrow becomes today, we are depressed by the view
The scene before us breeds worry, regret
All across the horizon, chimneys cough up ash, steam and dust
Though we can sense the ambition in this God-awful mess

We sleep well in our tent. Waterproof; Natureproof
The next day brings hope; music sings in the air
Ruined by bursts of anger and fear; but this can’t be helped, that much is made clear.

I consider why we scramble higher still

To see if we can and to see what is there