In the whispering winds of the night,
Lies the rhyme of a soul in flight.
Dancing with shadows, seeking the light,
Boundless dreams take their height.

Under the stars, a silent grace,
Reflects the journey, a timeless pace.
Echoes of laughter, tears we trace,
In the mirror of self, we find our place.

Through ancient woods and fields of gold,
Stories of the self are gently told.
In the whispers, secrets unfold,
A tapestry of life, both young and old.

As dawn breaks and night subsides,
The soul’s rhyme in silence abides.
With every step, the spirit confides,
In the journey of self, where truth resides.