Across the stream, into the wood,
Over the hill, to the village I stood.
Yesterday I walked, and today I’ll go,
On my path, so new, yet so known.
Dandelions bloom, magpies take flight,
A young girl walks by, bathed in light.
The wind begins to softly sing,
On my path, always new, it brings.
My path is fresh, with every dawn,
The road ahead, forever drawn.
Over streams and through the trees,
With the morning’s gentle breeze.
Each step I take feels like the first,
In nature’s beauty, I’m immersed.
Dandelions bloom, magpies take flight,
A young girl walks by, bathed in light.
The wind begins to softly sing,
On my path, always new, it brings.
Today I walk, and tomorrow too,
With skies so bright, and grass so new.
Across the stream, through fields of green,
A village waits, serene, unseen.
No matter how often my feet may tread,
This path is new, with skies ahead.
The world around me shifts and grows,
But my path remains, and onward it flows.
Through changing seasons, day and night,
It’s always fresh, always bright.
So today, I walk once more,
Across the stream, through the forest door.
Over the hill, to the village beyond,
My path is endless, and I’m ever fond.
Dandelions bloom, magpies take flight,
A young girl walks by, bathed in light.
The wind begins to softly sing,
On my path, always new, it brings.