A road with a view, where the heart takes flight,
Winds through the hills in the soft morning light.
Golden fields stretch, kissed by the sun,
Whispering dreams where the wild rivers run.
Mountains stand tall, their peaks touch the sky,
Guarding the secrets of clouds drifting by.
Each curve of the path hums a traveler’s song,
Leading the soul where it’s always belonged.
The air tastes of freedom, of pine and of dew,
A canvas of wonder in every new view.
This road, it calls with a timeless grace,
A journey to nowhere, yet everyplace.
