Like A Tree On A Hilltop

Like a tree on a hilltop,

That withstands storms, heavy pours,

Scorching sun and withered stones.

Fixing its roots deep to the core


It bends and sways

Where the wind takes

But never moved its roots

It stood firm and unbothered

And continues to grow


Like a tree on a hilltop

Life blessed us with toils and snares

Webs and nets along the way

Trying to bring us down, to move our feet


Like a tree on a hilltop

We stand firm,

Neither moving our feet

Nor falling from the blows


Against all the turmoils

We rise, through trials and temptations

With strength and resilience

Like a tree on a hilltop.

-Hminghlui Hc

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