Should I write

The rock that you get over will only bring more,

But the climb is little, ahead is the allure of a moor

The bruises and pain seem so ephemeral,

Healing me with soft touches is nature’s mural

For what has been will never follow,

To each his own, filling the hollows

It’s yours, its mine and no one’s,

For the howls and the chirps soothe in sums

To man unknown, to cozy yet uncharted and to life unbroken

A world awaits for an embrace, so what’s tiring you my friend?