In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,
I take my steps, a path well laid.
The world awakens, soft and slow,
With every stride, my spirit grows.

Through winding trails and open fields,
The morning dew, a secret yields.
Each footfall whispers tales untold,
Of ancient lands and dreams of gold.

The sun climbs high, the day unfolds,
On gravel paths and roads of old.
The rhythm of my heart in sync,
With nature’s song, a perfect link.

As twilight falls, the journey ends,
With tired feet and thoughts of friends.
The walk has been a timeless quest,
A journey shared, a soul at rest.