To surmount an upward slope, we view

Those prospects at the peak in store

A panoramic gaze into the expanse

With glimpse into a foreign shore


A trek begins with the will to climb

But from the base you must be clear

Your form and fear can face the gale

And limbs and vim will take you there


The man atop an alp will tell

The tales of trips and strains and all

But most of all he’s roused to tout

What it really means to be standing tall


Beyond the mount, the ego soars

When humble treetops crouch below

And wave their docile boughs on high

To laud the man with glinting brow

Supersonic Euphony