See the Top of the Hill

When you peek through a window, there are many visions you will see.

Some will bring blessings from the skies

While others are rivers flooding one’s eyes.

They both are needed in order to build character and flair,

Either way, one has to learn to take care.

To groom, blossom and grow

Find their way to the other side of the hill where dandelion, rose petals and wildflowers grow.

So I wait.

I wait as my activities flourish through the valley below.

To determine how my heart should flow.

To climb what appears to be an endless hill,

With no tools to assist or shade to conceal.

But I smile.

Yes, I smile.

Why?

Because I can see the top of the hill.