heaven's waiting

Oh my contradictions with earth!
Although I admit I have always admired the nature
This very splendid refreshness of every living object
I was supposed to be born to water and mountain
Though I found out it was trees and wind, on which I was really dependent
Being a unicorn with wounded wings who stares at the stars but yet
I keep dreaming of running on an endless road
I always wish upon cold frosty weather
While I was born and grown up in a relatively warm region
Maybe all these conflicts are simply due to the logic
That I do not belong to human world here