Treading on the meadows green,
The lush bushes, trees, leaves,
Treading on the river wavering,
The sun burning bright,
The moon, dark, sullen,
The mountains, tall, majestic.
I wonder if it could be different,
This journey of mine,
On jagged peaks and protruding rocks?
I wonder if it could have been changed,
Had I chosen that path, not this,
When the journey started asunder.
Treading upon the dreams green,
The confidence, lush white,
The desire, glowing with dew,
The determination bursting forth.
Treading on hopes serene,