Upon the path where shadows play,
The winding roads call out our name.
Through tangled woods and fields of hay,
The journey’s end is never the same.
Beneath the skies of endless blue,
The roads stretch far beyond the dawn.
With every step, a story new,
A silent promise gently drawn.
The crossroads stand with silent grace,
Inviting hearts to choose their way.
In whispered winds, the roads embrace,
Guiding souls who dare to stray.
Through storms and sunlit afternoons,
These roads of life weave tales untold.
Within their twists, the heart attunes,
To dreams and hopes they gently hold.