In this hut,
That stands on a hillock,
Covered with mosses, climbers and ferns,
Shimmers an old lantern,
Inviting lone, tired travellers,
To rest a while, breathe in fresh air.
The old lantern’s radiant light,
Gives many souls respite.
The off beaten path,
That only a few dare take,
Despite the odds, storms, rains and heat,
This hut with its old lantern is their night’s retreat.