At the heart of the silent woods,
Where paths diverge in whispered dreams,
Choices linger like ancient echoes,
Guiding us through life’s winding streams.

Beneath the weight of shadowed doubt,
The compass spins in ceaseless dance,
Yet in the silence, truth emerges,
A beacon bright, a fleeting chance.

Each step carved in fleeting sand,
Shapes the story yet untold,
In the tapestry of time’s embrace,
Decisions weave both new and old.

So stand we here, on the brink of dawn,
With courage tempered by the night,
For every choice, a new horizon,
Awaits the soul in morning’s light.