On asphalt veins that stretch afar,
A machine hums a steady song,
Through silent nights and days ajar,
Its journey, ceaseless and long.
Beneath the sky both bright and gray,
It ventures forth with tires that spin,
Over hills and valleys, it makes its way,
Embracing the world itâs driving in.
The engine roars, a heart of steel,
Guiding through the winding path,
Through rain and sun, it does reveal,
The beauty in its aftermath.
From dawn till dusk, it moves with grace,
A testament to human will,
In every mile, it leaves a trace,
Of dreams pursued and wishes fulfilled.