Lonely hills trudge I, reaching for MY piece of the sky
Beautiful stars shinning bright, reminder of the success that would be mine
Horizons I see? An end to my journey
Or just additional pillars in my learning
False crests? Testing patience and trust
Or another milestone, lest we fret
Self doubt, actually the only hurdle
Muster self to jump this small puddle
Sun and rain, help ease the pain
Nature’s fury for all to gain
Lights the path to overcome hurdles
Win the race, before thee curdle
Colourful flowers on path it sprinkles
Eases fatigue and creases the crinkle
Fruits sufficient for the endeavour
But something more, for makeover
Archers aim, the parrots eye
Lonely hills trudge I, reaching for MY piece of the sky
