On winding roads where shadows play,
Beneath the sun’s soft, golden ray,
Each step we take, a story told,
In whispers of the paths we hold.

Through forests dense and valleys deep,
Where secrets of the earth do seep,
The journey molds our hearts and dreams,
As rivers merge with gentle streams.

The crossroads come with choices vast,
Reflections of our future, past,
With every turn, a new embrace,
Of landscapes new, a different face.

So let us walk with hearts unbound,
On roads that sing without a sound,
For in each trail, our souls align,
With tales of old that intertwine.