Mounting A Mountain

I always gape At your giant pyramid peak. How you got that tall? Did God Blow on you? I envy you. You are a wonder That people adore. You can reach the star. Your sky-high beauty Is shouting You conquered the world. You towered in isolation. Living things in your territory Succumbed to your greatness. How can I reach you? I want to explore The mystery in you. I wish to be like you. But how can I, I was born of lesser qualities. When I look at you, You always remind me Of how small I am. Though I will strain All my energies and intellect, And even I will cry For mercy, Under no circumstances, Could I ever Ever conquer you. Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved