The Ripening

In no comparison to those genius with born capacity
our mind has been evolving slowly but steadily
almost little dull at times
Not as splendid as autumn leaves
firing red in a few days
or golden almost overnight
our mind follows its own due course
to our destiny
not falling off so quickly either
We are in no hurry to future
since we just started to enjoy our maturity of wisdom
not for anyone else's sake
but just for us
back to the world
the mountains
the rivers
the sea