The Whisper Of Forgotten Paths

Beneath the weight of a thousand suns,

A shadow dances where time first runs.

The echoes linger, the silence hums,

Of journeys ended and yet begun.

Through forests thick with ancient sighs,

And rivers stained by painted skies,

The earth remembers the quiet ties,

Of roots that whisper, "Never die."

A path unseen by hurried feet,

Where dreams and memories silently meet.

The heart's compass, steady, sweet,

Points to the place where souls retreat.

For every turn, a tale is spun,

Every step, a thread undone.

In the whisper of paths beneath the sun,

The story ends where it’s just begun.