Searching

The sun shines bright,
Fluttering leaves drift,
Clouds are absent,
Flowering grass waves so slowly.
Looking around the mountain,
Luxuriantly it all seems,
I climb further and further,
Yet I look.

From left to right,
Down the stepe incline,
Up towards the horizon,
Yet I look.

I pick a flower,
Bloomed and fully matured,
Pedals so soft,
Yet I look.

I see another,
Thus seize its blossom,
Staring through its depth,
Yet I look.

Each step I take,
Brings me higher,
Each tick the seconds,
I am more lost,
Yet I look.

I ask myself,
Why not the first,
I ask myself,
How pretty the second,
Yet I look.

I ponder my ways,
I see the green,
I feel the warmth,
Enjoy the beauty,
Yet I look.

Will I rest,
Only to find,
That which I left,
Best the first.

I know not,
Can't control,
For I yet look.