Lengthy way

In the hush of dawn, when light gently weaves,

Through the whispering pines and the rustling leaves,

Mountains loom with their ancient grace,

Rivers dance with a gleaming mirth,

Echoing tales of the heart and earth.

Footsteps fall in a rhythmic beat,

Tracing the tales of lives once fleet.

Whispering secrets of an age.

The road is long, the way is steep,

But in its trials, the heart does reap.

For every shadow, a light is cast,

In every ending, a new path's vast.

Thus, onward tread, with hope unfurled,

A solitary soul in a boundless world.