Poetry: Who could be so fortunate?

by Liam

Who could be so fortunate?

I ascended to the rooftop to behold the moon,

For my soul yearns for wisdom.

Who could be so fortunate?

For I journey to the stream for a sip,

Only to find its waters sparkling with light.

Who could be so fortunate?

Patience, akin to a gentle cloud,

Now saturates my mind with its sagacity.

Who could be so fortunate?

To attentively heed the silence,

Which has abundant tales to tell.

Who could be so fortunate as me?