Foreign land, city lights
Quad season, busy streets
History and nature, well reserve
Race, culture vastly differed.
It wasn't my dream,
But a choice, an option
Not for me, but for my Ellie
The gift God had given me.
Those lines of calls
went haywire, distance this far
Longing years, drought breaking tears
Is this place worth the time?
From the highest gondola
To the glass floored cable cars
In the first hill of the roller coaster
Its eminence was fascinating.
Emotions unwrapped, feelings freed
The vision I see widened my views
changed those perspectives
Sorted my sanity, grasped peace!
It imprinted memories
Not just on images and films
But in my heart and my soul of grey,
That this place has offered me.
I am here! Someday, I won't,
But one thing is for sure
This place was my learning ground
I withered, but bloomed!