#PathsWalked
Paths We Walk
In the morning light, where shadows play,
We wander forth on paths of clay,
Each step a story, each turn a chance,
In the dance of life, we weave and prance.
Through whispering woods where the wildflowers bloom,
We find our way, dispelling the gloom.
The rustle of leaves sings a sweet refrain,
Guiding our hearts through joy and pain.
By rivers that flow with a gentle grace,
We...