In the quiet dawn, he walks alone,
A path of dreams, a heart of stone.
Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
He seeks a truth he cannot hide.
Through forests deep and rivers clear,
He journeys on without a fear.
The winds may howl, the storms may cry,
Yet in his soul, the spirits fly.
The mountains stand with ancient grace,
As he climbs to find his place.
Each step a whisper, each breath a song,
In the world where he belongs.
At twilightâs end, he finds his peace,
A gentle sigh, a sweet release.
The stars above, his guiding light,
In endless night, his heart takes flight.