Unbothered

What if I was the horizon that continues on, 

because regardless of the mountains or plains,

it will always move forward. 

As the wind moves the trees,

the horizon still stays strong. 

I strive to be that. 

The tranquil horizon,

even as the clouds attempt to shadow him, 

he remains unbothered. 

The sun, slicing through the sky and the landscape, 

making its luminous presence known, 

yet the horizon carries on, unscathed—

I strive to be that.