Should I write

When I look up, I see nothing blue,

Yet I am hooked, to these woods like glue

Come rain, snow or sun,

I will move till I burn

To the steeps ahead, I call

To the beasts ahead, I call

Meet me at the next mile,

Ready for an embrace no matter the vile

For the pointy edge in the skies

Is my goal, before my goodbyes

To the summit, a fox calls

I need only walk , before everything falls

Before everything falls!