The road is long its turns untold

A path of fire of ice of gold

The leaves may fall the snow may stay

But the wanderer walks come what may

Each season brings a fleeting face

A fleeting glimpse of time and space

Through summers bloom through winters freeze

The soul expands with every breeze

For every journey a lesson to find

A map not on paper but drawn in the mind

And though the end is never clear

The heart beats steady void of fear