I Never Loved a Mountain: A Poetic Reflection on Overcoming

I never loved a mountain,
I was afraid of climbing until
one day, I faced a high mountain
on the way of my life.
I was afraid, but still, there was no option.
I took up my arms to climb over it.
It was not so easy,
but still, I climbed and climbed...
Then, at a point, I felt pain in my elbows and legs.
My hands wanted to escape from climbing, and I was just falling down!
But by God's grace, I was helped by a tree.
Then, I again started climbing.
I climbed and climbed until
I reached the top of the mountain.
The scenery, the air, the weather—
everything was nice upon the mountain.
And I was afraid of it?
I spread my hands to heal in the air
and then shouted at the top of my voice,
which echoed over the whole region:
“Victory!”
The mountain is life!