Rest Atlass Poem by George Samuel

Unrest in the mind Pressed like tempest
Rising and falling at every thought troubling our chest
We try to the top below our best
But not at home here we are guest
Nor safe in our comfort zone we live like pest
Till death compound our request
Atlass toil gives way to rest
When our faith is put to test
Like all is under arrest
Resting at east resting at west
Before life fades away like a jest
Many mountains fewer valleys manifest
Height and lows together invest
Burns down mansions of our daily quest
What a wrong way to conquest