A hope far away!

Heyy, Look!
The beautiful land, across the bay!
Long, wide shores, and shallow white beaches,
Lush green vegetation and blue rolling hills,
The majestic oaks that spread invitingly,
to build a tree house up near the canopy.

Why not wonder,
What mysteries might lie ahead.
Misty waterfalls and cold swimming holes,
Slippery mudslides and swinging vines..!
And quite possibly, hidden cliffs, and poisonous snakes,
And maybe even, dark witches and angry ghosts!

Let's raw this boat across!
Sure, it's got holes in the stern,
Nothing we cannot fix, though, with some care!
With some love, patience and of course, blessings of a decent weather.
Coz, you see, I got some tools, and you got more,
and our laughs and screams and tears, together, might just get us there!

Yes! It's a bit scary,
The boat could be more sturdy.
And it's true, the opposite peer, does seem a bit far,
Yet, it's quite some distance, we have trekked to where we are!
And I know, if you are tired, it is only fare,
That you want rest, and descent into a pensive stare.

But you see, for me,
The horizon is too bright, to turn aback,
though I know, there are more lands I'll come across.
And when the beauty becomes sore, and day turns night,
I will turn my eyes, and follow the stars.
But until then, I will fix these rows,
For if and whence you're ready, there will be less work to be done.