High on a mountain range,
Heading for the top.
But will I ever make it?
Will I win the war against the wind and the rain,
and the rocky steep slope. Unable to glide peacefully down to the bottom,
but fall and tubmble with one mistake.
The big questions are different,
Will the flowers ever blossom?
Will the leaves ever turn green?
Will the sun come up tommorow?
Will my questions ever be answered?