The mountains are always high.
Laughing, I am so small to them.
They look down on me with disgust.
Rolling their eyes as I build my way up.
So slow I build.
I look at them eye at eye.
Giving me a smirk as they knock down my building.
I am at the bottom, again.
I slowly start to build.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem! A lot of us can probably sympathize! :)