Through the clouds I glimpse the glowing moon
It’s silvery hue of colors all mixing with one another
It’s bright light, as a dew drop glistening in the morning sun.

As I walk through the hills of wild poppy’s
The moon’s radiant light guides my steps
My bare feet walk through the wet grass which night has made cold.

The moon fades away
It’s image now a blur in the dawn sky.
The sun’s orange and yellow light
Engulfing all the different landscapes as far as the eye can see.

I reach the top of the hill
The last hill of my familiar homeland
I turn and gaze at the area of my growing years
Which is now of my past
Another memory to be stored in my mind
I turn, my feet gently stepping onto a path of sapphire blue pebbles
What new adventures will I find in the future?
What new people will I befriend?
What new memories will find me?