Random Thoughts
You’ll know when a baby step is too small. If it doesn’t feel like it was nothing then it was something
In a land where creatures grow with every climb,
There lived one eager, young, and prime.
Its body small, its spirit bright,
It looked to scale the heights of might.
The first step seemed so vast and tall,
A sturdy tree that loomed above all.
With shaky limbs and breath held tight,
It clambered upward, slow and slight.
A baby step that felt immense,
Each inch a struggle, each branch intense.
Yet when it reached the leafy crest,
Its heart swelled proud within its chest.
With newfound strength, it sought the hill,
A challenge bold, demanding will.
The hill was steep, the air grew thin,
But still it climbed, and grit did win.
Every stone beneath its feet,
Felt like a mountain fierce to beat.
And though the hill seemed small from afar,
It pushed, it stretched, it left a scar.
At the top, it gazed down low,
And knew that something made it grow.
Years passed by and mountains rose,
Beckoning heights no one knows.
Our creature, now with wisdom deep,
Set its sights on slopes so steep.
No longer tiny, not so frail,
But every peak a daunting trail.
The wind was harsh, the rocks were rough,
Each step was harder, true and tough.
And as it neared the summit’s call,
It saw how far it’d climbed through all.
For every step, though hard and slow,
Had shaped the creature’s heart to grow.
No act too small, no inch too slight,
Each struggle added to its might.
Life unfolds in paths unseen,
Where every rise makes you keen.
So at the top, it stood so tall,
Once a creature weak and small.
And knew that heights are reached by those,
Who grow with each hard step they chose.
A journey where no climb’s too small,
Each one a part of the creature’s all.
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