A little ahead

Author’s Note

“A Little Ahead” was written during a moment of quiet wandering through the highland grasslands, where the world feels wide and the sky meets the earth in shades of blue and green. As I walked along those rolling hillocks, every step—though tiring—brought a strange calm to my heart. The sun, the wind, the endless expanse of nature reminded me that some destinations are not just places, but feelings. This poem is a reflection of that journey: the slow climb, the quiet strain, and the soft joy of reaching a place that feels like home, even if it lies just a little ahead.

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A little ahead

And there lies my destination,
Just a little ahead—
Where the green meets the blue.

Through the high grasslands in the highlands,
I walk,
Up and down
Those rolling hillocks.

On a bright and sunny day,
Each step is a tiring affair—
The sun warm on my shoulders,
The wind whispering through the grass.

But what’s rewarding
Is the quiet joy
Of finally arriving,
Where the horizon opens,
And the journey becomes worth the strain.