<We have climbed
and a destination awaits us,
watched sun from the horizon
decline,
bringing the glory of noon
at the breaking of dusk.
As darkness graced the weary sky,
nightly serenity awaits!
while a crescent moon breathed
the night to life,
looking down from the heights,
eyeballs fall to the plains,
to behold a buxom of beauties,
an entourage of green carpets
and granite grey,
but like roses in the midst of thorns,
like a merry sadness, it greets
our footsteps with discomfort.>

This is really a wonderful poetry,i enjoyed reading it.