High upon a Himalayan mountain
The fire burns
The smoke ascends
With a boiling pot of chai upon its flame
This small glass of sweetness
Replenishing the weary body
Along this ancient trail
The many stories told around this fire
Carried down through the ages
Of battles fought
And victories won
Of snowed in passes
And defeat
Of tragedy and bravery
Of the many who came and placed their feet
This mountain grandeur
Calls me and draws me to my feet
To continue onward
To finish what I’d begun
To never give up
Until the journeys done