In the hush of twilight's gentle sigh,
Where whispers weave 'neath starlit sky,
There lies a path, unseen, unknown,
A journey to the soul, to call one's own.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Where shadows dance 'neath moonlit sky,
The pilgrim wanders, heart laid bare,
Seeking solace, finding care.

Each step a verse, each breath a rhyme,
As melodies of time entwine,
The journey unfolds, a tapestry rare,
Woven with dreams and silent prayer.

Through fields of gold and rivers wide,...