In the morning light, the road unfolds,
A ribbon of dreams, where stories are told.
Each step a whisper, soft and profound,
Guiding the heart where new worlds are found.
The horizon’s arms open wide,
Embracing the wanderer with every stride.
Mountains echo with ancient lore,
Each peak a promise of paths unexplored.
Rivers sing with voices of the past,
Flowing through time, swift and vast.
Bearing tales of courage and grace,
Carving the journey in nature’s embrace.
As dusk descends, the journey finds rest,
Stars overhead, a celestial quest.
In the silence, the soul reflects,
On the paths traveled and moments connects.