The Unsung Story

On a lazy Sunday morning I grabbed my bike

And went out of the city noise for a long ride.

Blowing wind, silent roads and steep curves

Were enough to calm down my stressed nerves.

I came across a valley at a high altitude,

Stopped by the woods to grab my piece of solitude.

The cold breeze whispered in my ears

To learn from nature and live the coming years.

I noticed the huge mountain standing firm.

Compared to it I looked like before a bird, a small worm.

To me it seemed to say, “Hold your head up in the clouds

But never let your feet betray the ground.”

The dense green woods seemed to say,:

“No matter how much the dark shadows surround you in life,

your will shall pave a way to the sunlight.”

The river seemed to say, “Keep flowing the way life takes you.

You will grow enormous and reach the ocean blue.”

I was amazed and admired this teacher.

I have so much to learn from the Mother Nature.

From the clouds came out the sun,

I was a bit wiser in the end with a story to be sung.