In the quiet dawn, where whispers dwell,
A path unfolds, tales to tell.
Shadows dance with morning’s grace,
Guiding steps in this sacred space.
Mountains rise with ancient lore,
Echoes of journeys walked before.
Streams sing songs of time’s embrace,
Carving truths in nature’s face.
In every step, a heartbeat’s call,
Through forests deep and valleys tall.
The journey’s end, a distant shore,
Yet each moment, forevermore.
Stars emerge in twilight’s glow,
Lighting paths weâve yet to know.
In dreams we wander, hearts alight,
On this journey, through shadow and light.