The peak

Responsibility must live above pride. Every peak rests on the unknown pain, but with the sky in its eyes it forgets the earth's moist breath. But the universe knows flags only fly on the peaks, when some invisible stone is ready to hold them

Every heat, every erosion, endures unperturbed The peak attains divinity, finds darkness. Yet the reality is this every peak must return to its lows someday, just as every tree in autumn asks its roots "Will I be able to blossom again?"

The foundation says nothing, it simply sinks deeper into the depths of silence. People cry when the peak crumbles, but when the foundation collapses, possibilities go along with it