The Mountain
High and mighty
The summit looms overhead,
The ominous whistling of the coming storm
Fills me with dread.
Uncertainty wells up
As I face the distant summit ahead,
Knowing the tasks I face
May remain uncompleted.
But I know I must attempt
As I gaze at this impending quest.
Either way I will know
I put myself to the test.
So I begin to climb
I start at the base
As the wind and the storm rage
I can only brace
Myself algainst the conditions
As I glimpse a trace
Of the summit above
It was a grueling journey
But not one I regret
Because the view from the top
Was one I will never forget.