There resided a child, pure and bright.
With eyes as hopeful as the endless sky,
A longing within, oh, so high.
Young heart craved the snowy peaks,
Where winter’s veil would gently speak.
Legends whispered tales, untold,
Of mountains adorned with ivory gold.
Imagination painted a landscape grand,
Where snowflakes danced, hand in hand.
The child yearned for a magical sight,
To witness peaks kissed by winter’s might.
Through boundless forests, the child would stray,
Persevering on an adventurous ballet.
Embracing nature’s harmony, serene,
Guided by dreams, unknown but keen.
Skipping over babbling brooks so clear,
Chasing fleeting dreams, void of fear,
Tiny footsteps imprinted on virgin snow,
Marking a path, the child’s own show.
Whispering winds whispered gentle tunes,
Inviting the child to nature’s runes.
Beneath a moonlit canopy, the child would sleep,
Echoing secrets of snowy peaks so deep.
Soon, those peaks came into sight,
Adorned with a gown of glistening white.
A hushed symphony sang in the air,
As the child beheld the beauty rare.
Mountains majestic, towering high,
Piercing the heavens with their icy sigh.
Silent guardians, wise and bold,
Each grand summit, a story yet untold.
The child’s eyes sparkled with pure delight,
As dreams unfolded in ethereal light.
Through windswept valleys and untamed streams,
Snowy peaks became a child’s timeless dreams.
With every breath, they absorbed the view,
Their spirit forever touched and imbued.
A child’s heart, forever transformed,
By the snowy peaks, where dreams performed.
So let this tale ignite your soul,
Let it be a reminder to set your goal.
For in the heart of every child’s plea,
Lies the power to shape what they wish to see.