The Journey

In the whisper of a morning breeze,

On paths untold, both wild and free,

We walk these roads, our spirits ease,

In simple steps, we find our key.

Some days are soft like autumn leaves,

They fall and flutter, light and slow,

Yet others twist with stormy heaves,

Through tangled trails, we learn and grow.

No guidebook or map to steer our way,

Just moments that shape our soul's design,

In every twist, in every sway,

We find a quiet joy, divine.

For life's true luxury lies not in gold,

But in each breath, each story told.

©poembyselly