In the morning’s gentle glow, I walk alone,
Through winding paths where dreams are sown.
The leaves whisper secrets to the skies,
In their rustling, ancient lullabies.

Each step a story, each breath a song,
In the quiet woods where I belong.
The sun dances through the branches high,
Painting shadows with a golden sigh.

The earth beneath, a trusted friend,
Guides my wanderings to the journey’s end.
The breeze carries tales from distant lands,
Written softly with invisible hands.

In this solitude, my heart finds peace,
Amidst the whispers that never cease.
A symphony of nature’s gentle grace,
In every step, I find my place.