Orgullo
I climb you, old, steep hill
triumphantly - proudly
proclaiming every step.
Yet never question I
what it is I'm conquering.
Ne'er do I stop
to look down on
that which I step,
nor dig to find
mysteries untold
of what the hill has conquered
Only knowing that
one day it too shall
Conquer me.
And will it question
from where I have come
