The constant cloud cover hides
the picturesque panorama from
my sweet little scenic peninsula,
the wetland of unknown beauty,
the place where reigns the rain.


The cloud always keeps the veil on,
denies the Sun the right to shower
his warm ray to enlighten the land,
although the Sun's been aware of the
mystical treasure hidden down there.


Love and light have the potency to perceive possibilities,
and as you acquire eager yearning for openness,
no cloud can keep you confined to the dark dampness,
and yes, on a fine banal day my land meets her Sun.

Light rushes through her dark and damp valleys,
the ray of righteousness invading her veins
as my dear land encounters enlightenment,
the romantic reality fills her with the fire of fulfillment.

Amazement echoes through her as she greets
the leafy luster and the priceless pearls of those
candid moony mountains that pour magic on her.
The perennial spring of wisdom and enrichment
needs to ramify and rove to experience more.

Months and years pass and now she surmises,
the misty life at every turn surprises,
so she resolves to pursue that fine trait of life,
as she would never cease to explore
the finer version that still remains unexplored
inside her very self with the hope of
the other sun, that is yet come.