The Song of the Endless Road

Beneath the arch of waking skies,
A road begins, where silence lies.
It bends through forests, deep and vast,
It echoes footsteps, present, past.

The stones remember every tread,
The living souls, the wandering dead.
Each step a verse, each mile a rhyme,
Composed within the book of time.

I set my foot upon its way,
Not knowing night, not knowing day.
The road replied in whispers low:
"You are the seeker—walk, and know."

It led me first through fields of green,
Where laughter bloomed, where hearts were seen.
Children played with voices bright,
And love was born in morning light.

But soon the fields gave way to shade,
Where broken hearts and grief were laid.
I passed a willow bent with tears,
It held the weight of countless years.

"Fear not the sorrow," said the tree,
"For roots are deep where pain may be.
What falls as rain will rise as seed,
What hurts today is strength you’ll need."

I bowed my head, and moved along,
The road still humming, soft with song.
It wound through mountains, fierce and wide,
Where storms of doubt and pride collide.

The peaks were high, the cliffs were steep,
The path was harsh, the climb was deep.
Yet every stone I placed with care,
Revealed a truth, revealed a prayer.

For courage is no gift we own,
It’s carved through flesh, through blood, through bone.
It rises when the night is near,
It sings aloud when none can hear.

The road then turned to desert bare,
A wasteland dry, no life was there.
My lips were cracked, my spirit weak,
No voice within my heart could speak.

But then a lantern’s glow appeared,
A stranger’s hand, a voice that cheered:
"Though lost you feel, though parched, alone,
You’ll find the way; you’re never gone."

We walked as two, though not for long,
For travelers change, the road is strong.
Some walk beside, then drift away,
Yet still their light remains to stay.

The journey stretched through cities loud,
Through hungry streets, through restless crowd.
I saw ambition’s fiery gleam,
I saw the shattering of dreams.

I saw the poor with pleading eyes,
I saw the rich with empty sighs.
The road just whispered, stern, yet kind:
"No treasure lasts, but heart and mind."

It brought me next to ocean’s shore,
Where waves repeat forevermore.
The sea declared with endless roll:
"You are a drop, yet still the whole.
You cannot grasp, you cannot bind,
The tides that move through all mankind."

And when I gazed at starlit skies,
I heard their song, both low and wise:
"We burn, we fade, yet still we glow.
What ends in dark the seeds will sow."

The road went on, through dusk and dawn,
Through victories gained, through battles gone.
Through birth of hope, through death of fear,
Through fleeting days, through endless year.

And as I reached the final hill,
The world grew silent, vast, and still.
I saw the path behind me clear,
A thousand voices I held dear.

The laughter, sorrow, pain, and grace,
The fleeting touch, the warm embrace.
They built the steps, they lit the flame,
They carved my soul, they wrote my name.

At summit’s peak, the road was done,
Yet still it stretched toward the sun.
No ending marked, no final gate,
Just endless sky to navigate.

For roads do not in silence cease,
They turn to rivers, blend to seas.
They shift, they weave, they bend, they grow,
They never end—they only flow.

And so I sang, my voice released,
A hymn of struggle, love, and peace.
For every heart, for every load,
Belongs upon the endless road.