Mighty Mountians

As you drive closer to the distant hills. The larger they get.

It takes many miles to realize what they really are. You gaze upon them with amazement.

They are mighty and bold as they stand tall in the distance. You stop at the base and raise your head towards the sky.

The peak is so high up that you have to climb the steep hills to see it. You can't stop climbing the steep hills after you started climbing.

You stop and look up; you see the peak barely at first. You stop and look up again, you're getting closer.

You want to see the top so bad that you keep climbing the steep mountain side. The higher you climb, the more tired you get.

You look up again and see nothing but blue sky and multi-colored hills in the distance. It takes you a minute to realize that you're at the top.

You keep looking and only see the beauty of the land. You're thousands of feet above the sea level.

You made it to the top of the Mighty Mountain.

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