'Climbing' By Sam Grant

The beach is a curve of mountains that roam the starry depths
A sea of deep feelings that tumble to a left
The white ribbon that separates emotions from the rest
When it comes to a peak
It'll fly and turn cheek
It's a dawn of free spirits
Unlike most others
So have a look and see of the powers that may be
Or glaze the stars that eye the earth like pieces of a puzzle
And you just might find what lays aline
The arrow of paths to be.