Beneath the sky’s vast, gentle dome,
We wander paths both known and new,
Through sunlit fields and ancient loam,
Our dreams are roads that guide us true.

Each step a tale of courage told,
In whispers soft and shadows bold,
We trace the lines of stories old,
With hearts alight, our spirits unfold.

The roads may twist, the journeys bend,
Yet every turn a friend we find,
In every pause, a chance to mend,
The ties that bind us, soul and mind.

So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through every storm and gentle breeze,
For in this dance across the land,
We find our peace, our sweet release.