In the cradle of dawn, where horizons blend,Whispers of the wandering winds ascend.The map of dreams unfolds, a path untold,Guiding the heart where mysteries unfold.Beneath the vast canopy of the sky,Footsteps trace the echoes of days gone by.Each stone and leaf, a story to share,In the silent language of the traveler’s prayer.The rivers sing of lands afar,Carrying tales of where our footprints are.Mountains loom with ancient grace,Guardians of the secrets they embrace.As twilight paints the horizon’s line,Night’s curtain falls, stars begin to shine.The soul dances in freedom’s gentle sway,In the journey’s embrace, we find our way.