Over the Hill

  Each rise in the distance, I’ll climb with talent and skill. Forever I’ll seek what's over the hill.

On a winding road where the plants grow,
I hear the whispers of the breeze so low,
With every step I take, 

my eyes open the view,,
I wonder what lies just beyond that hill.

 What's over the hill, 

where the sky meets the light beams?
Is it fields of ponderation, 

or a race to be hurried up?
Is it a land of ideas waiting there, 

or a shadow that cast around?
Tell me, oh tell me, 

what's over the hill?

The clouds in the distance begin to unwind,
A tapestry of tales that time left behind,
With courage in my gut,

I climbed up the path,
Seeking the answers of what's over the hill.

 A glimpse of the valley, 

with rivers that flow,
The vision of tomorrow, 

the hope that it brings up.
With every vision,

I know I must fill,
The space in my journey, 

to see what's over the hill.

 So onward I wander, 

through the valleys and thrills,
With the breeze on my face and passion,

that instills,
Each rise in the distance,

I’ll climb with talent and skill,
Forever I’ll seek what's over the hill.

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