Every passing hour brought her closer to triumph,
As she wandered further and higher into the dark mountain forest.
"The path is treacherous",they had warned her,
But the misty mountain top beckoned her heart
And no peril could stop her stubborn soul from conquering the crown.
So far away from perfect highways leading to glamorous cities,
There she was heading towards the unknown,through mysterious trails.
She stumbled upon rocks, bruising her skin and often felt lost amidst the dark,towering trees,
Yet she continued forward with zeal, knowing that the best was yet to come.
Many challenging hours later...
Crisp air eased her tiring joints as she sat at the far edge of the crest, looking over the valley,down below.
Above, silver lined clouds parted, allowing warm streaks of celestial gold to clear away the mist.
The carpet of spring green grass around,seemed royal
And echoing bird song sounded like victory music.
The ambience felt majestic;
After all,the wanderer had conquered her crown.
"Not all those who wander are lost" -J.R.R. Tolkien
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