When one travels alone,
And not from views high on a saddle...
Adventures are experienced,
Close to brush against and to touch.
When one unravels in travels on paths,
To face and and fight their own battles...
An appreciation for life one is blessed to live,
Increases with each taste of it...
As one examines with a focus.
Images to reference with preferences wished,
Become less idealistic...
When a reality of life lived,
From strolling through valleys is a given to witness...
Beyond restricted fences.
Images to reference has a lesser effectiveness,
When one takes time to climb to a summit...
To reach and breathe freely,
Without seeking to impress...
Knowing the sacrifice it took to accomplish each step.
When one travels alone,
And not from views high on a saddle...
Adventures are experienced,
Close to brush against and to touch.
And those images to reference has a lesser effectiveness,
As one reaches out from atop a summit...
To stretch in the freshness not to reminisce regrets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem