Triumph

The journey began with a notion,
With millions of defeats and deviations.
Stepping ahead seemed strained,
Rationale much absurd and lame.

Passing by the yellow woods,
The road didn't cease,
Beliefs seemed drifted,
Survival more than freezed .

Motive yet mysterious,
Present so blurred,
Future seemed speculative,
Hopes not much restorative

Albeit patience undoubtedly paid,
Yellow woods no longer stayed,
Unintelligent once now turned prodigy,
Shining ray of hope and clarity.

Destiny prevailed certainly,
Gratitude led to glory,
Time awarded leisurely,
Triumph came flourishing.