Arts

The sunset is coming,

Sunlight brushes the land with golden light.

Sun goes down to the top the western mountain.

Ottawa river crosses from sky to land 

If you want to see the end of the land

Let’s get up to the top. 

To see the vast land, 

To free our thoughts. 

To fly as a bird, 

To pursue freedom our whole life. 

Along the stone path 

A small house seems to be in the clouds. 

A peaceful life started from here. 

I hope red maple leaves surrounding me. 

A new life started from here. 

Where life is more beautiful than flowers.