A cappella echoes in the highland of Kilimanjaro,
riding the wind swiftly,
On tunes it goes around, comes around.
Caressing the head of sleeping volcano.
Upheavals rock’s body dressed in snow white bridal, Shiny flakes role-playing as pearls and jewels laid down on the lenght of bridal
So then it’s no more plain.
Climbers footprints stamped snowy passageway,
Inking fifty shades of Grey on white bridal gown
Like a bold rich signature
Although -Soon-to-be-melted-Confirming that journey lasts longer than its tale!
Without any explosion or grunt
Kilimanjaro stays still and the echo lives on and on.
Seasons out there do play dice,
Tossing & turning,
Therefore and thus,
And then revise!
True Wins outnumber our loss.