The Climb

In a distant kingdom, beyond the horizon,
There lived a hero named Monte.
He was in no hurry or fear,
for in his chest he kept a cry.

Monte knew the journey was long
but your heart, like a sponge,
absorbed hope and faith
in the certainty that he would win.
He walked, through valleys and mountains,
facing storms and exploits.
He calmly faced each challenge
for he knew that after the night came a day.

"There's no rush," he said,
"Victory comes to those who know magic
patience and persistence
and on the right path he never falters."

Sphinxes and pains appeared on their path,
but with bravery and cunning, he won.
Not by the strength of sword or spear
but by the strength of hope.
Every battle was a lesson
and each opponent is overcome.
Monte did not seek glory or fame,
but rather, peace, like a flame.

And so, our hero continued,
with the certainty that guides him.
That at the end of the mission
he would find victory and redemption.
Because real heroes,
are not measured by agility
but by the strength of the heart
and for the firmness of his conviction.

So, let us always remember Monte,
that he unhurriedly reached the horizon.
And know that, like him, anyone can too,
Win calmly and without fear of bad luck.