Beneath the endless azure dome,
I wander through the realms unknown,
Where whispers of the forest roam,
And dreams in wild rivers are sown.

Each step unveils a new embrace,
A tapestry of earth and sky,
In every shadow, a hidden face,
In every breeze, a gentle sigh.

Mountains rise like ancient kings,
Guardians of the silent night,
Their echoes, like forgotten strings,
Strum the heart with pure delight.

As the sun dips low beyond the crest,
A canvas painted in hues of gold,
I find my soul in quiet rest,
In stories of the land, untold.