always thirsting for adventure,
plagued with a hunger for the unknown.
and answers to questions you don't understand.
may your summits be steep,
unstable,
difficult,
and worth the journey.
I hope your mountains are not a camp for refugees
but a place with jagged teeth
demanding you to rise above yourself.
that may you find peace from your travels
under warm blankets of stars.
every now and then, I hope the rain pours,
that you cry over a failure,
and that you have someone with you
not to wipe your tears,
but to mourn with you.
may you never expect the wilderness to give
and may you never take-
for taking is easy. instead I hope you earn,
and earning is an impossible journey.
on a bluebird day
may clouds of doubt pass, and prayers of safety be answered
so when the mountains give you wings
you fly.
boys, I hope you live each day with a drive, a purpose
and approach it with a sense of being, self, and awe.
oh, my boys,
I have given you life.
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