The Climb

Steel steed by my side, we conquer the trail, Not with swift strides, but with spirit that won’t fail. Wheels carve a path through the whispering pines, Sun dappled leaves dance in dappled designs.

The earth greets my touch, though hands cannot roam, Rocks warm beneath, whispering secrets of home. A symphony of crickets, a chorus of birds, Nature’s embrace, in each chirp and each word.

Upward we climb, though the path may be steep, The view from the summit, a treasure to keep. The world stretches vast, painted in hues of gold, A story unfolding, both new and yet old.

So onward we roll, on this path less explored, My wheelchair, my wings, and my heart, forever soared.