Blue Mountain

All night we climbed the mountain,
Excited in the dark,
The flare from the small lamps up ahead
Looked like a tiny spark.

We reached the top just as the sun
Was wiping the sleep from its eyes
And sending out red fingers
To investigate the skies.

It suddenly leapt out of bed,
Wrapped the world in an orange flame,
And we gasped in wonder at the sight,
This was why we came.

We watched the shy blush spread across
The face of the bashful sky,
We saw the cars like tiny ants
In the roads below, crawl by.

We heard the birds chirp awake,
Saw them flit across to plunder
The rose-apples and the hog-plum tree.
Heard a waterfall roar like thunder.

We washed our faces with the dew,
Breathed the perfume of the Four O’Clock,
Watched a lizard climb a stone to sun itself,
Then scuttle away in shock.

We headed back down the mountain,
The sun was wide-awake and bright,
Our legs were tired and heavy,
But inside, our hearts were light.