The fresh breeze wings itself
into the newly grown evergreen’s branches,
extracting their incense into the air,
leaving an unfound treasure roaming through the mountain side.
A treasure that can only be discover with the purest
desire of climbing the refuge
of the giant peaks.
The confident and true guiding soil,
that’s surrounded by vibrantly painted flowers and meadows,
eagerly serve devotedly to aid relief
to one’s lengthened journey of escaping the
traitorous survival of the life outside the reach of the sacred peak's shadows.
Worries that once were are soon washed away
by the gentle rain that falls quietly.
Each solitary tear that
descends breathlessly from the ashen swollen clouds,
anxiously replenishes
the flow of lessons that pave their course,
leaving inscriptions
of new their found knowledge
on the golden earth.
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