T.O. T.H.E. H.E.A.V.E.N. I. S.A.W.

I may not come back,
To the gates of heaven.
I may not come back,
And be humbled by your vastness.
I may not come back,
To be drowned in your blues.
I may not come back,
To be dyed in your hues.
I may not come back,
To be snowed upon in your deserts.
But where ever I shall be,
I will remember your towering whites,
I will remember your deep blues,
I will remember how you humbled me silently,
By standing there for ages and asking no dues.
So I may not come back,
To lose myself again.
But whenever I am battling hell,
I will remember how your mountains stood silently,
How your waters flew so gently,
And that's all you had to do to make me sane.


(Inspired by Leh, Pangong, and humility.)