You arrive at the meadow,
With arms raised in triumph
And head held high.

Behind you is your journey,
The peaks of mountains you've climbed,
The valleys you've crossed.

You have made it through the fray,
Through sun, sleet and hail,
Through loss, hurt and strife.

You admire the reward for your travels,
And a smile crosses your lips,
You go to lay down next to the river.

The sun emerges...