GOING
Counting my blessed blessings
Hearing the birds chirping
Waking to see sun rising
Following the sun rolling
Going I am for drive
To see the nature live
Seeing sights to revive
Feelings to stay alive
Counting my blessed blessings
Listening to the wind whistling
Seeing the rushing rivers flowing
Watching the flowers blooming
Going I am for a stroll
To see life as a whole
Down the valley up the knoll
Soothing my heart and soul
Counting my blessed blessing
Gazing at the sun setting
Seeing the stars shining
Glimpsing the moon dancing
Going I am for a stride
To see the clouds glide
Peering inside and outside
Traveling far and wide
Counting my blessed blessings
Soaking sunshine silently adoring
Wondering at the rain falling
Hearing the destiny calling
Embracing the nature’s loving
Going I am to fly
To mountain high
Reaching for the sky
To see nature’s smiling eye
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