In the silence of the night, under the moon’s gentle glow,
I search for meaning in the stars that softly show.
The whispers of the wind, they guide me through the dark,
Each breath, a gentle push, lighting a hidden spark.

Through the forest deep, where shadows dance and play,
I wander with intent, carving out my way.
The rustling leaves and murmuring streams,
They sing of purpose, and weave it into dreams.

Upon the mountain high, where eagles dare to soar,
I find my courage, and seek for something more.
The vast expanse below, a testament to time,
Reminds me of my journey, and the reason for my climb.

As dawn breaks anew, with colors bold and bright,
I embrace my path, with purpose in my sight.
Each step, a testament to the whispers I have heard,
Finding purpose in the world, in every spoken word.