In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Lies a tale of roads untaken,
Where rivers dance and mountains tease,
A journey where souls awaken.

Footprints mark the sandy shores,
Stories etched in every grain,
With every step, the spirit soars,
In realms of joy, in lands of rain.

The stars become a guiding light,
In the canvas of the night so wide,
Whispers of ancient winds ignite,
The wanderer’s heart as a faithful guide.

In the embrace of distant lands,
Boundaries fade like morning mist,
In every stranger’s outstretched hands,
A world of wonder, a chance not missed.