The Magnificence of Persistence

Despite storms, I stand tall,

However winds might push, I won't ever fall.

Each step is slow, every way hazy,

However ahead I move, regardless of the trepidation.

For in the battle, strength is conceived,

A rising sun after the tempest.

The magnificence lies not in the straightforwardness,

However, in the will that will not conciliate.

Through endless preliminaries, I press ahead,

With trust alive, where others escaped.

Ingenuity sprouts where question once developed,

A power of light, everlastingly evident.

The mountain high, the street so steep,

However, dreams merit the trip we keep.

Each stagger, each fall, an opportunity to rise,

With more brilliant stars in hazier skies.

So forward still, with heart burning,

For perseverance generally dominates the match.

The magnificence's viewed as not toward the end,

However, in every second we guard.