The wind, which sings like songbirds, stings like ice.
The air is filled with rain and darkened clouds.
The rocky trail above the mountaintops
Is shrouded with the shadow of a god.
When sun shines bright and wind and rain are gone,
The mountain's peak is a sight to behold.
But now, when stormy skies have changed the mood
And weather is a bad reality
The mountain is an ugly, horrid thing
Whose rocky face is dangerous and tiring.
And all through this? A small, determined boy
Who's waited years to climb this very peak
And will not let the weather change his fate.
He presses on, with father close behind.
His legs, they burn with every step he takes,
But he will not give up, he perseveres
Until the summit stands in front of him.
His jacket blows about, torn by the wind
As he, victorious, stands atop the peak.
The boy, now older, sits in a loving dream
Cherishing memories from his young time
Of having lots of energy and fun
Of never needing rest or stretch or breaks
Of friendships, games, and running in the sun
Of victories and perseverance, too.
This memory, although, is his favorite.
He knows that he was small and terrified
Of the conditions he was thrown into,
But he had the courage to get through the wind.