So much rain As I trudge Through the Rough terrain Hoping to find Myself again I slosh through the valleys I slosh through the fields One has to have resolve Made of stainless steel I climb many a stairs I start to forget my old Worries and cares I look down at how far I've come There is no turning back My efforts cannot be undone I continue to climb I pray I don't slip on slime I set forth and Keep the end in mind Finally the skies clear The sun dries what was damp I see a place so beautiful We should hide it from Many a map I am here at last After all my efforts The scenery is more beautiful Than any fatty, creamy dessert Down below I see a parade of colors Courtesy of different species of flowers I see many animals live in harmony There is only sacred stillness Sans any cacophony