Beyond the Horizon

Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
I chase the whispers of the tide.
Morning's gold and evening's hue,
A canvas brushed in silver blue.

The winds may wander, paths unknown,
Yet roots remain where seeds were sown.
Mountains rise and rivers run,
Through fleeting days, beneath the sun.

A song of stars, a hush of rain,
The pulse of earth, both joy and pain.
Seasons change, yet hearts still dream,
Drifting soft like autumn’s gleam.

In silent steps, the hours call,
Shadows stretch, then fade and fall.
Memories carve their place in stone,
A tale unwritten, yet well-known.

Not all that glows will light our way,
Nor every storm is meant to stay.
The past may whisper, but not confine,
For hope renews, like buds on vine.

Through winter’s hush and summer’s flight,
A soul still seeks the morning light.
Time may turn, the echoes stray,
Yet love remains, to guide the way.

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