Dear Traveler

Tramping over hill and dale,

I reach for the moon,

So far, yet so close,

The moon plays hide and seek.

Advancing firmly, gazing without a blink,

“Gotcha!”

I cheer with glee,

“The moon belongs to me!”

On a closer look, I start to complain:

“Not shiny, nor pretty,

Efforts paid in vain.

Time to find a new aim!”

But, dear traveler,

Here’s what she wanted to say:

The charm you seek is already along the way.

Slow down, embrace the breeze,

Feel it gently kiss your cheeks.

Look around, admire the stream,

Listen to how it gently sings.

Take a rest, savor some fruit,

Heal your fatigue with its taste of sun.

Wander off, see the lily field,

Inhale its fragrance under the silver moon.

Then, you’ll realize,

The beauty of the chase lies in the distance

Between where you are now,

And what’s to be achieved.

Don’t let the allure of the end,

Veil the wonders of the path,

Remember why you embarked,

and stay true to your heart.

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