I Want To Look Back

On those plain days of our lives we fail to recall

Photo by Francisco Gonzalez on Unsplash

On a lonely walk, I celebrated
As a traveler on a new land
No one knew me on the way
The evening Sun led my path!

A cool breeze eased my thoughts
Trees tending themselves to sleep
Another long tiring day they had!

I gazed at the silent hills for a long
Patiently heeding the valley down
So, it is one more day to pass!

I saw the wild bushes down there
Swirling in the wind out of joy
No miracles, yet another day!

The yellow sky then lost its shine
My eyes fell on the black clouds
Mulling over nothing they moved on!

I then learned to live my plain days
No more miracles or expectations
Let us honor these graceful days
Which we often fail, to thank for!

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