wildflowers greeted me on one side...
little flowers with butterflies on the breeze ride
to one oasis I stopped and I see...
adam's children play and glee.
The traversing path, I walked again...
to the distant shelter, my eyes attain...
never have I looked back and saw
Never I have found, faults or flaw
One group, amidst travel I spot
To my eyes a beautiful scene brought...
watchful parents, watching children play
contemplation of God's plan which lay
In another spot, I found a wise adult chopping wood,
green lush tree, chopped for pyre queued.
the reason for chopping...I ask the man
To my lengthening shadow, he scans...
Further, I walked to the pool, where some men lay
covered in clay, their hair turned gray...
I asked for their names, of them one smile I knew
long is the distance traversed, though seemed miles few
The children which gleefully play,
Graying now in front of me lay...
Now we have come to a concave shallow
A stranger saying to these men Hello...
Life is a journey, one must traverse with a friend,
and enjoy the moment and the time in the company spend.
to be blind by affluence and pride, or being bred well
Listen, listen, to the time's ticking bell.
Now after traversing...my shadow a companion faithful
ponders the distance to be traversed doubtful
I, who walked from sunrise till sunset
Is left in peace by companion by night's onset
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