surrounded all around by trees
and when he was old enough to wander
these trees were all he’d ever see.
One day while wandering a path
that he’d been on again and again
through a little hole in the canopy
he caught sight of a majestic mountain.
Every day from there on after
as he walked he peered up to the peak
and made himself a solemn promise
that one day up that face he would sneak
in hopes to see beyond this valley
which was home as long as he’d known
and was beginning to be his whole world
as he was quickly becoming full grown.
One day while wandering this path again
looking skyward to see what could be seen
when he meandered off the path a bit
and fell down into a deep ravine.
Once he came to and saw where he was
he clawed and yelled with all of his might
and hoped beyond hope to get some aid
but no help came as day turned to night.
And morning after morning was the cycle
with no way of escape to be found
so he started to decorate his rut
with leaves and flowers lying around.
He managed to forage mushrooms and berries
that were growing throughout the ravine
and quenched his thirst with the water
that was flowing from a natural spring.
Now this gulch had become his whole world
and a great deal of time disappeared
lonely and gaunt all hope seemed to fade
as he approached the end of his years.
Then one fateful day came a terrible storm
and a lightning strike toppled a tree
that fell from above dangling into the gorge
which the man climbed up finally free.
Back in the valley his previous home
he knew that his end was drawing near
so he headed straight for the mountain
to conquer his crippling fear.
Finally alive as he started to climb
and as he got high enough to see
he dropped down dead right there on the spot
and that’s where he’ll always be.