A summit stands tall in the rolling clouds,
with many a path hidden serenely about.
Soaked by dew drops on leafy sprouts,
A lone fella starts ascending from down south.
An inch revealed is an inch conquered,
And a mile covered is a mile gained.
Inch by inch and mile by mile,
The fella reaches for the hovering clouds.
Boulders of yonder never stopped an eager soul.
Bold hearts and bleak heights never run afoul.
The peak holds no place for the meek,
For fate abides and time ticks!
Time and tide he braves unweathered,
To a singular faith he tethered.
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