thru a steep, up-hill climb
my leg muscles respond
engorged, blood-rushing, pumping
my lungs inflate, expanding my chest
the crest in view, drawing me on
my pace quickens, the summit
mounts
body and hill are One
another hill in sight
only this time, no struggle, no fight
the hill rolls beneath my feet
Nature without, Nature within
nothing but hills, wind and song
The World is mine
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