Wandering in the woods
Mountains acting as hoods
Week went by
I had the wings to fly
To watch the beauty from above
Every angle and inch covered
Taking pictures to show off my discovery
Making my comrades jealous, filling them with avidity
Did the same without the wings
Explored two cities that beautifully sing
Songs of mountains and waterfalls
Lyrics by birds which enjoy the company of this all.
A relief surged from within
The trip ended with memories and photographs featuring
Me and my friend making faces
Marking the success of our journey by undoing our shoe laces.