Worry—is like a distant hill
—We glimpse against the sky.
We wonder how we ever will
—Get up a hill so high.

Yet, when we reach the top, we see
—The roadway left behind
Is not as steep and sheer as we
—Have pictured in our mind.

Worry—is like a distant hill
—We glimpse against the sky.
We wonder how we ever will
—Get up a hill so high.

Yet, when we reach the top, we see
—The roadway left behind
Is not as steep and sheer as we
—Have pictured in our mind.