A little was to go
A little was to journey
A little more to reach
the meadows of green
where destiny thrives
as flowers and leaves

As it glanced the miles
it left behind
a snail's ambition
to conquer a peak
was indeed a dream  
within its reach

As a second walked by
the foot of a man
stamped the snail
and mercilessly climbed
to conquer the peak
which was once a dream
to a being who struggled
a century in vain

There was none to mourn
the death of the snail
none to hear
its final heartbeat
but a million to praise
a man who stole
the life of a snail,
as key to the door
that opened to show
the meadows of green
where destiny thrives
as flowers and leaves