The Rolling Hills of Life
From way atop the highest hill, I see other hills beyond
Every direction that I turn to look those hills spread on and on
Like waves of forest green rolling underneath the deep blue skies
The beauty of this majesty brings teardrops to my eyes
Each hill is like a problem I’ve encountered in my life
Some are small and some are large, but each is a conquered strife
And now I sit atop the hill that is larger than them all
And I know this problem that I face, will not make me fall
There are hills still in my distance, this I surely know
But viewing my problems as future conquests will help me as I go
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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