In the wake of peace and harmony,
A foundation forms beneath greenwood trees,
Amidst the piles of leaves, both dried and green,
Growing and decaying in sequential flow.
Not for lust, but for the least of life—
An existence immersed in deepest thought,
A shared current flowing through the dearth.
Who truly knows this hidden mystery?
To rise and fly across the sky,
And span the oceans just to learn,
The secrets of plants, creepers, and herbs.
Immersed within the deep sense of the cave,
Through hills, rocks, sand, and heaps of leaves.
Unknowing, one feels both thrilled and afraid,
To see the beasts, ferocious and wild.
Yet what is left lagging far behind,
Is found and rescued from unusual depths.
In this land, a place devoid of people,
An eternal abode is ready to be made.
Like spiritual beams glittering on the waves,
Shining across the sky in constant motion—
Like the disappearance of long-lost hopes,
And an aspiration to flow upon the earth.
Though shortage and demands may shock the world,
Leaving behind life’s endless ups and downs,
They reveal the enlightened soul in joyful motion,
The sole hope for the fulfillment of forgotten blood.