I got gapingly stare at her face
Admiring her boldness
And her grace

With the Summer Sun beaming down
I would love to reach your crown
The destination
Is just the journey's reflection

Of the slopes I have climbed
Of the views I saw go by
Of the flowers sent so sweet
Of the icy, snow 3 feet deep

And this uphill battle I will not stop
Until I have reached the very top
Not until I could see

All that could have been