Misty rain freckles my cheeks and nose

My eyelashes catch a dew drop 

As it falls from the sky

Cloud forms drape like curtains over the tarns

Tall grass wiggles in the wind

I cannot yet see the fruits of how far I’ve come

But sweat trickles a river down my spine

And I feel the distance in my bones

So I’ll keep trekking on

For ahead, there’s so much more