She sees the mountain in the distance
She calls her education
She packs her compass, map, and bags
To reach her destination

But as she starts along her path
Her compass spins in circles
Map blows away, all she can see
Are viscous rocks and hurdles

Air thins with each step taken
She wonders if she'll make it
The mountain is relentless
And her confidence is shaken

But at the peak, she sees it
The valley down below
The water, trees, and warm air breeze
The sun instead of snow

Now every night beneath the stars
In her imagination
She dreams of sun, the stream, and trees
She calls her graduation

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