The welcome is mostly good,
Puts more life in every look.
The spirit take a high flight,
There’s not even a single doubt of plight.
The direction of wind seems to support,
Ideas keep coming to exhibit a nice report.
The weather now is not so blur,
Making the vision more clear.
The moment of limpidness is about to arise,
But the jerk of weather hits my rise.
The weather is contingent,
I knew this very well.
Still, I trusted the wind,
And my faith swelled.
A wing got broken during the storm.
But gave the support, which was strong.
Tears came with a question
Whether to die or reach the top?
And, after a nice thought,
They decided to complete the journey and then stop.