I walk upon an elegant trail

of moonlight. Ginormous mountains,

green grass and plumeria trees.

I follow the impressions of footsteps,

wondering, where this trail will take me.

I prance along, to the sound

of the howling wind, brushing through the trees.

For a second, everything is silent.

The trail becomes wider and wider.

As the sun greets me from behind the mountain,

I trot my way to the top.

The wind falls low for just a moment.

I take a deep breath in.

Morning dew fills my airways.

The crisp mountain breeze sends chills up my spine.

When the sun awakens,

the allurement of trial shrivels up,

and fades away.