In lands where sun meets the cresting waves,
Whispers of adventures call from the caves.
Footsteps on ancient paths, untold tales they weave,
A wanderer’s heart, forever seeking reprieve.

Through bustling markets with colors so bright,
And tranquil temples bathed in golden light.
The scent of spices, a melody in the air,
Each moment a treasure, beyond compare.

Mountains that touch the sky’s endless blue,
Valleys that cradle the morning dew.
Every vista, a canvas of nature’s art,
A symphony for the soul, a journey’s start.

From deserts vast to forests deep,
Memories to cherish, and dreams to keep.
In every corner of this world so grand,
Lies the magic of travel, hand in hand.