Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
Roads wind through tales untold.
Whispering leaves recount the seams,
Of stories woven, brave and bold.
Shadows dance on sunlit trails,
Echoes of the past gently sway.
In the silence, the heart prevails,
Guiding steps through the soft array.
Each turn holds a secret rhyme,
A melody of ancient lore.
Time stands still, yet moves in time,
As feet tread paths theyâve walked before.
Through the twilight, roads converge,
In the distance, horizons bloom.
Together they sing, they softly urge,
To embrace the journey, to dispel the gloom.