In the stillness of dawn, a man wanders,
Through mist-laden fields and ancient woods,
His heart a compass, his mind a map,
Seeking whispers of truth in the rustling leaves.
Beneath the vast canopy of endless skies,
He listens to the echoes of forgotten tales,
Each step a dance with shadows and light,
His spirit yearning for solace in the wild.
The rivers sing songs of ages past,
Winding through valleys of dreams and doubts,
Guiding him toward the horizon’s edge,
Where time stands still and hope is reborn.
He walks on paths of stars and dust,
A seeker of wisdom in the silent night,
In the heart of the universe, he finds his place,
A man at peace, in harmony with all.