It's not far away, it's not far at all
The mountainsides we dreamt of--
A kind of invitation, so pure and divine.
For fate was on our side
Together we walk as one
On the beckoning mountains
Filled with lush full of green love.
We feel the warmth of the foothills
As we want to climb the lap of the beloved mother
We free our head, so calm and quiet
Under the sacred fig tree, shaded and dusky
With all honesty, we take a deep breath, in and out.
Far from home, we walk on the wild side
With careful heart to ease our mind.
Along the long and winding roads,
We hear the birds singing
On the mossy banks of a wandering stream, rippling even burbling.
And see wildflowers appealing butterflies, lively and vibrant.
As we dive into the forest, where colors came to life
We come to comprehend mindfully that
Time is all we have and the life is now.
With fire in our bones, we sit on the top of an ancient mountain,
From where the valley seems lost with the cloud of its own.
We feel at home in the land of great unknown, safe and sound.
The rhythm rhymes as we cast our eyes on the sea of mountains, colossal and enormous.
We are wide awake to know the endless sky beyond blue.
And we say, "This odyssey is a welcome respite".
So as to nurture as a whole and to fill the pages of life.
