To the Journey's Fountain

I stood on a high spot of the mountain, wholly bewitched by the astounding view. I gazed in marvel at the small fountain from where my journey had started anew. How pale and petty she looked from afar! Yet, how fresh and splendid she seemed to me, who prized all the steps from her on a par, For to the whole process she was the key. She stood tall and pointed to the summit; Then whispered gently: “You have just set out! Follow your dream! Strive to realize it! Believe in it and let your will be stout!” I assured her that I would never stop Climbing through my journey up to the top.