With each hill I climb,and every winding trail I take,I’ll carry the great stories,where creative spirits shall prevail.
whispers of the deep night,
with the star on the horizon,
reflecting on the truth uncovered.
pondering about-
what had happened,
figuring out the clue beneath,
Every step, a new beginning,
in taking innovative initiatives.
Hills and trails,
where my thoughts can roam,
brighten up the shadows,
in the wild unknown.
Breath of the aroma,
the feeling of the breeze up,
In a world of landscapes,
I find my path for growth.
Climbing up the ridges,
where the air is clear,
With each winding trail,
casting away my fears.
appreciate all those creatures,
create a great natural landscape,,
The river flows with lucidity.
underneath the vastness of great creatures.
Through the highs and the lows,
I’ll wander and explore,
Finding root causes in the struggle,
Impressing on nature's amazement.
With truth as my compass,
and the value as my sail,
I’ll embrace great moments,
on these hills and trails.
So here’s to the changing landscape ,
that makes me wander around,
ponder about
In the dance of the foliage,
in the light of daylight.
With each hill I climb,
and every winding trail I take,
I’ll carry the great stories,
where creative spirits shall prevail.
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