Walkin down the uphill street,
He crossed the bridge, amid blue skies,
They turned dark cloudy climbing up the hills,
A moment of cold, surrounding nature divine
soon the drops of rain drizzled through his spines,
The flora and fauna rejuvenated, formed the biome of its own kind,
It wasn’t a miracle, just a blessing bestowed upon us
My mother earth was healing,
It’s a moment of pride…
Walkin down the uphill street,
He reached his abode, an experience worth a while,
Tracking through the journey, the home welcomed him with a smile,
Everyone gathered, and burned the barbeque over a glass of wine..
It was a decade of wait,
To live this journey and meet over a dine,
It all became a reality since-
My mother earth was healing,
It’s a moment of pride!!!
