Gently the wind speaks,
weaving tales of those who wander,
upon the unseen roads,
where each step resonates with unseen echoes,
invoking the gentle spirits of the past.
In the clandestine embrace of twilight,
the silver moon blesses the secret ways,
where dreams intertwine with reality's breath,
and wishes ride upon the wings of night.
Whispered secrets guard these paths,
known only to those who listen deep,
to the murmurs of the endless skies,
and the soft sigh of the ancient trees.
Follow, if you dare,
the silent call of the forest's heart,
through the mist-kissed verdure,
into the embrace of the unknown.
For here, the unseen paths reveal themselves,
not just to the eye, but to the soul,
as it dances in the glimmer of the stars,
and sings with the cosmic choir.
Contemplation unfolds in the twilight hues
where the horizon melts into dreams,
beyond the tangible, beyond the known,
into the tapestry of life unweaved.