Beneath the arch of starlit skies,
The road unwinds, a silent guide,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
A journey calls, where dreams reside.

Whispering winds in fields of gold,
Tell tales of travelers long and bold,
Their footsteps etched in timeless sand,
On roads that weave through every land.

Each bend reveals a hidden view,
A tapestry of shades and hues,
The journey’s heart beats strong and true,
With every mile, a life anew.

In shadows cast by setting suns,
The road embraces all who run,
Through journeys vast, both near and far,
We find ourselves in who we are.