The steps are uneven and could be slippery

so be careful, watch your feet

The rocks are so mossy

must be pretty damp around here

I wonder who built this stair

looks like it was cut

straight from the hill

So cold this morning

Our breath fogs in the chill air

Glad for our coats

our hats and our gloves

keeping us warm as we make our way

step by careful step

up into the fog that swirls ahead

through the trees that line the path

smell of leaf, mould, soil

the air redolent with the cycle of life and death

growth and decay

the tepid sunlight

stained green by the filtering leaves

What’s at the top

I don’t know

but I’ve been told

it’s something wonderful

Let’s go and see