One day I will go over those mountains,
those tall, wise mountains that hold many treasures.
I will sit atop them and remember all of the discoveries
that are enclosed in my heart of glass.

I will recall the times I jumped the swallowing abyss
and climbed the needle-pointed ledges.
I will have survived the tangled ivy
and have tackled the ferocious beasts.
I will have persevered the treacherous, winding path that led to the top,
disappearing into a twinkling night sky.

And while I sit atop that mountain, I'll sense the victorious glow of the sun
intertwine with light breeze sweeping across my skin.
I shall not look back at what I have accomplished,
but instead take my glass heart and open it to a new set of tidings.

For there are always taller mountains in the distance to climb.