A Summit Never Climbed

Dino has been to this majestic mountain many a time, since a little dinosaur on its slopes did he climb. Thinking back to when he was there last, his mind often drifting into the past.

Always taking a rest to smell the funny looking flowers, a walk through sunlight meadows taking hours.

Meandering through the tall pinewood, weaving through old gnarled trees centuries stood. Dino crossing his favorite fallen tree, over a babbling brook flowing slowly to the sea.

At night Dino sets camp waiting for the stars to arrive, watching the sky as they come alive. The vastness of the universe turning as hours pass, making Dino feel small yet center of mass.