The Journey Beyond The Hills Poem by April Humason

Upon the rolling hills I stand,
A journey laid out, as if by hand.
They may be small, one by one,
But together, a race to be won.

Each hill a challenge, a little feat,
Yet never once shall I retreat.
For in their rise, I find my might,
With every step, I gain new height.

The sun may beat, the path seems long,
But through the hills, I'll prove them wrong.
For as I climb, my spirit soars,
I'm closer now to distant shores.

With each hill passed, I feel the gain,
The mountains, they no longer wane.
Their distant peaks, a sight to see,
They call to me, 'Come, reach for me! '

And so I press, my soul elate,
Through every hill, I meet my fate.
For every challenge that I face,
Brings me closer to my embrace.

So let not the hills appear so small,
For they're the steps that lead to all.
Beyond their rise, the mountain stands,
A testament to these grand lands.