Behind the Valley
By: Sir Ernel S. Merano
Winds whisper on my keen ears
Rain that grows in a misty eyes
A deep ground that bears and blooms
Grasses may ruin by the storms.
Rivers that tried to flow
Beside the valleys it throw
Crumpled feet that tried to show
It wet by abundant dew.
Let a bird to be free
From aching and misery
Reveal the valley of mystery
Triumph hides behind the valley.