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 all these years,
figuring out the clue hidden beneath,
Every step, a new beginning,
in taking creative imagination,
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 winter breeze,
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.
Observe all those phenomena,
watch great natural landscape,
The river flows with lucidity.
underneath the vastness of nourishment.
Hills and trails,
where my thoughts can roam,
brighten up the shadows,
in the wild unknown.
Breath of the aroma,
the feeling of the winter breeze,
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.
Observe all those phenomena,
watch great natural landscape,
The river flows with lucidity.
underneath the vastness of nourishment.
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 paradigm ,
that makes me wander around,
ponder about…
In the flow of the foliage,
in the light of paradigm shift.
With each hill I climb,
and every winding trail I take,
I’ll carry the great stories,
where creative spirits shall prevail.
0 comments:
Post a Comment