I try to breathe the mountains as I travel through the night.
The reaching arms of towering trees no terrors do ignite.
The growls of hidden creatures as I challenge their domain
build my determination and strengthen my disdain.
The moon and stars will light my way until the coming dawn.
No regrets erase my firm resolve to journey on.
My skin relays the message that relieves all my distress,
as it receives the comfort of the evening wind’s caress.
A whip-poor-will calls out to me from its perch above
that the very night protects me as I proceed toward my love.
Prompts for The Sunday Swirl Wordle 567 are: build challenge erase skin growl firm
night regrets until breathe mountains try