#MaplessJourneys


A traveller set forth at dawn’s first light,
No map in hand, no road in sight.
He walked where winds whispered low,
And trusted the earth to show where to go.

The signs were clear, but not to his eye—
No painted arrows, no stars in the sky.
But the rustle of leaves, the river's song,
Told him the way, urged him along.

He climbed the hills...