I Can, I Will

The breeze is cold, the sun is warm.
Mountains are high, but can cause no harm.

The tracks, are rugged and rough,

movement is difficult and walking is tough,

but none of these is a reason enough, 

to stop my climb or halt my flight, 

to weaken my spirits or fog my sight.

This is the spirit to rise and grow more. 

This is the will to climb higher, higher than before.

There is the belief that I can soar.

The belief that comes from within the core.

Now, the wind is cold and strong.

The sun is high, bright and warm.

But the fire inside me will endure it all.

I will stand up after every fall.

I will run and fly and reach the sky.
And reach the heights never seen at all.

-Abhinava Sharma “Deep”