Upon the mountain's peak,
Where air is thin and feet are weak,
We climb not for a show,
But for the soul to grow.
The summit's view we seek,
Not just to brag or make a leak,
But for the spirit's gain,
To find a newfound strain.
The climb is not for fame,
But for the heart to claim,
A strength that lies within,
A courage yet to begin.
So let us scale this height,
Not just to see the sight,
But for the soul's delight,
To find a newfound light.
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