Our Countryside

A road is not a road until it has been driven
A mile is never a mile until it has been measured
A path is never a path until it has been taken
My people have drove this countryside on horseback
They have crossed thousands of miles
Our path is embedded in the valleys and the mountains
Seeking life, passion, manhood, womanhood, with respect to our forefathers
The woods howling, the deer drinking the streams
If we close our eyes, listen to our dreams
As they speak out of our mind, only to find our true path is still wide open
With the forests gates of pines, our native shadows keep walking into heavens sunlight