Powers that be

The pains and aches

The rain and breeze

This journey

Its wear and tear of the hands and knees

Ankles coiled by snakes

Pollen stuffed noses

Eyes stung by bees

Skin rashes from the ivy leaves

This journey must lead to the unforeseen

Still I walk even if I must crawl

A inch forward at best is still progress

Still I rise even after I stumble

Still I breathe hope to the struggle

To prosper this journey meant for me

A testament for us

We must embrace our pains and aches

The rain and breeze

The sun shines on the flowers

The ivy leaves

We are naturally

The powers that be