Beneath the endless skies, we roam,
Across the lands we’ve yet to know,
With every step, a story forms,
In places where the wild winds blow.
Through ancient streets and bustling towns,
We find the echoes of the past,
Each corner hides a secret tale,
As memories are made to last.
The mountains call with voices strong,
Their peaks a challenge to our souls,
In valleys deep and rivers wide,
We seek the beauty that unfolds.
Underneath the starlit skies,
Our spirits soar on wings of dreams,
For travel is the heart’s desire,
A journey more than what it seems.