The Mountain

Glistening white caps,
Rises to the sky.
Never once is it denied.
The glory of its beauty.

The freezing winds.
The harsh ascend,
Makes the journey hard,
And the destination seem far.

The compelling look.
The beautiful scenery.
Amazes even me,
As I look forward.

Then the top of the mountain,
Shows forth all the land.
As I marvel at the sight,
Having reached the utmost height.