Ali

I forget that the fall leads to a rise.

Because as you descend there must

always be room to ascend

And the same can be said for climbing,

only to tumble down mercilessly

Just as there is a valley at the base of the mountain

And the mountain is always a difficult trek

The mountain must end

And we must descend again

To reach the next

So when the hawk swoops

It provides the speed

To lift its wings and fly past our visible sky

And when we rapidly spiral downwards

We often provide the pace

That sets us in motion again

to reach our next high.