Trek up the mountain – Poem

Along the stone stairs, on a fort, up high
My hands are outstretched
Catching a cloud passing by

It feels like mist on a sunny day
In hues of blush
Orange pink and aglow
Reflecting the setting sun
And traces of the sea below

The piece of heaven in my hands
Zig zags as it finds its way
Up it goes
A dance, before, falling in place on a beautiful day