Beneath the vast, unending sky,
I tread the path where whispers lie.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of dreams that the wanderer holds.

Through forests dense and rivers wide,
I walk with hope as my guide.
The mountains echo with tales of old,
As secrets of the journey slowly unfold.

The stars above, silent and wise,
Light my way with their gentle guise.
Each mile a lesson, each turn a test,
In the heart of the traveler, a quest.

As dawn breaks on the horizon’s line,
The journey’s essence becomes divine.
For in the end, it’s not the destination we find,
But the courage to seek, in heart and mind.