In the whisper of the morning breeze,
Paths unfold beneath the skies,
Each step a story, each turn a dream,
In lands where horizons lie.
Mountains echo with ancient songs,
Rivers carve tales untold,
Every shadow holds secrets deep,
In the dance of sunlight and gold.
The night brings stars like scattered thoughts,
Across a canvas vast and wide,
Guiding travelers through silent realms,
Where time and dreams collide.
Through streets of cities, paths of woods,
Journeys weave tales of wonder,
In every heart a compass beats,
In lands of beauty and thunder.