In the hush of dawn, where shadows blend,
A traveler wanders, with no fixed end.
The sun spills gold on the path ahead,
Yet whispers of home linger in the thread.

Through forests dense, where silence sings,
A tapestry woven with nature's strings,
Each step a story, each breath a chance,
In the dance of the wild, the heart finds its trance.

By rivers that babble ancient tales,
Past mountains that wear their weathered veils,
The road is a canvas, uncharted and wide,
Where dreams take flight, and the soul can glide.

No compass to guide, no stars to align,
Just the pulse of the...