from a caterpillar to a butterfly

  I looked at the picture and words flowed, Little did I know he wished it so, My better half’s first trek experience through my eyes. The Mountains It is as mighty as it seems, It is as breathtaking at it seems, It is as pristine as it seems, It looks formidable, It looks inviting, And when you set forth to explore it, What awaits you is nothing you can see. Is it its scintillating view that are wallpaper worth photographs? Or its awe-inspiring presence that makes each moment a poetry? Is it the valleys, the lakes, the boulders, the snow, the waterfall or the passes? Anything and everything the eyes see become a cherishable memory. Yet the gift of the mountain is something way more subtle. Experience after experience, You are forged, You are tempered, You are renewed and  You are reborn. It takes you to the brink of despair, And retrieves you through your resolve. It pushes you to your limits, And cradles you back with your resilience. It reveals your worst fear, And strengthens your