Journey There

Two hills and valleys
Of sun and shade
Between still and windy
Earth amaze
The need to move along the grove
Of trees and shrubs and stars above
A stillness covers the fields
A warmth descends
A shrill bell rings
And condescends
Peacefulness and curiosity asunder
While traveling along the stars under
The final destination
Oh so very high
Climbing beneath the crimson sky
To the land of clouds
The land of trees
The land of wind
and true cool breeze
when the ascent is finally over
just stand on top
look down to the land of clover
and never forget to finally drop!
--Shivangi Vyasulu
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