Climbers to a view so sweet;
A God's eye view of what's below,
Of green sometimes, and sometimes snow.
Of others using limbs like steps,
To test their strength and build biceps.
To get away, but not to stay.
A place to pause. To live? No way!
One climb up and one climb down.
A smile has now replaced a frown.
Biceps built and soul restored,
You didn't need that bungee cord!
Poems were meant for stanzaed trees.
That's why we have poe-tree.