From you to me.

Can I compare you to a mountain's peak?

You are more majestic and more immovable.

The clouds cover your face but not your reach,

And in whitest snow you become more beautiful.

Sometimes the path up seems too steep,

And often is the treacherous trek denied;

For travelers lose their will for sights unseen,

When in their mortal feet they solely rely.

But your lofty height is not a goal in vain,

Nor summiting your peak a cause for failure,

Nor will the journey give itself without some pain,

Upon reaching the top your gift is to the climber.

      So long as earth is raised and feet can travel,

      So long your peak will call and hearts unravel.