Hope on the Distant Horizon

For the celebration of the Bhutanese New Year, I went to the shore. The shore was dusty, dry, and cold. There were sounds of birds chirping. I looked up and saw flocks soaring high in the sky. Far distant, as I lowered my gaze, I saw the bright sun offering a comforting warmth. Here, I contemplate my thoughts, realizing we have a long way to go... 
Far beyond the horizon, you rise bright. Here, in the dryness of winter cold, I stare. Ponder my thoughts beyond, to achieve might, And vow that none shalt stand who does not dare. 

The bright sun from the shore.