Venture #2 | Rachael Fawcett

Its gentle slopes caress the brilliant cerulean sky above. It reaches a mighty height, reaching for clouds that today do not grace the sky. Its pristine beauty surrounds, and feels like new Earth. Its colors are great and dazzling. Sunset reds and oranges. The cliff face is almost serenely placed, straight and forward. Upon its sides rest small patches of green, great big trees and grass unseen. Its sheer faces smile down upon the road below. Where cars go zipping to and fro. They do not see what is up above, that soars up through the Autumn sky. Its wings caressing colorless air. It swirls in circles way up there. Its magestic beauty only matched by its cousin who is bald. It is alone and if one knows, it'll go on alone in that unending blue. Its a startaling black against the bright blue sky. So small it rises, by and by.

Today the sky is different, so covered by the clouds. The mountains don't look as pretty, and neither does the ground. The lovely hawk or eagle that I saw the other day. Has now but taken refuge from the thunderstorm today. Oh I wish it was like the other day, so clean and bright and pure. But that's the way the world works and I am sure there will be more. For clouds drift away someday and again the sky is bright. The rain brings up new life, and restores the Earth again.

But what will happen tomorrow? Nobody can fortell. For tomorrow could be a sunny day or wetter than today. It is for life that all is done. Its mighty forces loom. And to the mountains we must go to face the utter gloom. But then new life comes again, with springtime growing near. And sunny days do come again, to lighten up our fear. So let us learn from mighty mountain and hawk who soars so high, that tomorrow is another day to live and never die.