The mountain stands, a steady guide,
Its summit gleams where dreams reside.
A path runs straight, so clear, so near,
Yet clouds of doubt obscure the sphere.
They twist the trail, they bend the way,
Through winding roads, we must delay.
But still, the heart must hold its ground,
In faith, the summit will be found.
Clear your mind, let shadows fade,
With every step, your strength is made.
Look upward, steady, brave, and true,
The peak awaits—it calls to you.
A mountain stands for millions of years, changing and growing so gradually that we hardly notice. We gaze in awe at its presence, missing that it began as a mere crack. The mountain endures hardship year after year, internal and external, yesterday and tomorrow, as it continues to grow. Reaching for the summit of the mountain, always starts from the valley. The higher the achievement, the fewer who have reached it—but remember, the mountain is still growing, so the destination is never truly reached unless the destination is the journey itself.
A mountain stands for million years,
Improving and growing so very little that we don’t even notice.
We look at and are amazed by its presence,
But don’t know that it was once a crack
The pain it goes through over the years today and tomorrow to keep growing,
To get to the top of the mountain you always have to start from the valley.
The higher the attainment the few have reached but remember the mountain is still growing , so you have not reached the destination.
A mountain stands through countless years,
Growing slow, beyond our fears.
We marvel at its towering peak,
But once it was a crack so weak.
Through time it rises, pain endured,
The journey slow, yet undeterred.
To climb, you start from valleys low,
The summit’s high, with more to grow.
Though few may reach its lofty crest,
The mountain’s still on its own quest.