Old Wanderer

Down here from my white ceiling, suddenly my mind describing and giving me a vision about an old tired wanderer went on a thousands miles trip and found a shady tree. He sat under the tree, rest for his exhausting, the winds blow softly and his eye was shut grateful for the deeply comfort that he has taste. But it won’t lasting, because he had to go to carry on and complete his journey. And with a single breath blowing from his mouth he gave one last look then walk away.