The Trekker's Ballad Poem by Justin Reamer

A foggy summer day,
When the clouds came rolling over,
Then the rain began to fall,
As the forest swayed to the rain's beat.
And as the rain was falling,
There was a man hiking onward,
Throughout the forest terrain,
As he trekked through the underbrush.

The man was a trekker,
And adventurer and and explorer,
Who had been walking the distance,
For what seemed days on end,
He hiked through the beaches,
And hiked through the plains,
And hiked through the mountains,
Which held large volcanoes,
And he hiked through the desert,
And the tundra,
And the rainforest,
And more temperate forests beyond.
But here he was in a magical forest,
The forest of Vivalania,
Which was rumoured to have powers
That contained a ton of mystery,
That no one understood.

The man walked through Vivalania,
And he was sore and tired,
And he pushed on through the rain,
Fighting his hypothermia.
He pushed on forward,
Fighting his fatigue,
Though he knew he needed rest,
He could not find a place to sleep.
The man was struck with fatigue,
And he was brutally ill,
As he walked through the rain.
His ailments came in dozens,
With hypothermia and pneumonia,
And malaria and influenza,
And the man hadn't slept,
Or drank or eaten in days,
And he kept marching forward.

Then the man collapsed,
For he was too tired,
And he lay still,
For death took its toll.

But that was not it for him,
For there was more in store,
The magic of the forest came around,
And brought about his revival.

The man sprung up,
Suddenly energised,
And he came out of the forest,
And continued his great journey,
Which he started long ago,
And the magic took place,
Like it never had before.