Where the Path Learns My Name

I wake with light on my shoulders,
The road still cool with silence.
Mountains breathe before speaking,
And I listen with steady steps.

Each stone remembers pressure,
Each step teaches balance.
The wind carries old lessons,
Without raising its voice.

I walk past yesterday’s shadows,
They no longer follow closely.
The sky widens my thinking,
Blue enough for new plans.

Time moves without rushing me,
The sun trusts my pace.
Even doubt learns to rest,
When effort stands firm.

No crown waits at the peak,
Only clearer sight.
Strength grows in small moments,
Like grass through quiet soil.

I keep walking, unafraid,
The path now knows my name.