There was a person

Walking in the middle of a dry tar road

In a cold windy day

Passing through the middle of thick bushy forest

She heard a strange pitched cry

And jumped in shock

Despite the freezing weather and the cruel winds

She continued walking through that mysterious place persistently

After walking miles and miles,

She dug a pit to bury her worries

Till she found a box of colorful shimmering gems

She wasn’t attracted by such gems

And walked further in this tormenting and devouring rain

In a great hope to find something.

After walking miles and miles,

The rain stopped

She saw the hill of enchantment

Where she saw a peak

filled with precious diamonds and stones

That could last a lifetime

She picked up the coins and diamonds

Walked away from the hill and reached her home

she hoped to see the enchanted hill again

To find her hidden prophecies and lucks.