Reaching for Success

In orchards green, the fruit hangs high,

A tempting sight against the sky.

Yet only those who reach, who strive,

Can taste the sweetness that's alive.

The earth, it holds a wealth untold,

But treasures lie in soil, not gold.

To bend, to stoop, to grasp the prize,

Requires humble hearts and wise.

To climb the mountain, steep and grand,

Takes courage firm and steady hand.

The peak awaits the bold, the true,

Who press on through the morning dew.

Choices made, the paths we tread,

Are steps that lead where dreams are fed.

But effort, grit, and will to fight,

Are what transform the dark to light.

For in persistence, strength is found,

And in each action, faith is crowned.

Success, a journey paved with sweat,

With each small triumph, goals are met.

Raise your hands to pluck the fruit,

Bend your back to gain the loot.

Climb the heights with heart so free,

And on the way, your name shall be.