Hills I Could Reach

Those aesthetic mountains  hidden behind the trees standing still, destination unknown  all while climbing the mountains. 

Set foot on the top, put a glance and  unfailingly you’ll find an  exquisite scenery  and your tiredness will fly with the soaring of birds and fluttering of wind.

Dealing with nature rises triumph  but dreams hidden  behind the journey,  sometimes with the  known destination remains partial.

I hope my mind could settle like the sun in the horizon  And my soul rises like the moon in the midnight.