Steep narrow paths,
Sometimes rising up the hill
Sometimes going down,
Made slippery by occasional rain
Testing fitness of the fittest.
Ponies with burden on their backs
Raise storms of dust
As they quickly pass by,
Making the vision hazy
And the track more arduous.
Just one careless step
Means fall to the death
In the valley down below.
A lovely river flows through the valley
Bouncing over stubborn boulders,
Marching ahead with élan
Despite hurdles in the way.
Not far away lie snow-capped mountains
Shining in the rays of the sun
With misty clouds providing a canopy
As if to prevent the snow from melting.
Should I watch my steps carefully
Or should I savour the splendour of nature?
My eyes face a perpetual dilemma
Both jobs they cannot do.