quiet roads abound
through silent beauty all around
beneath the stars and moon
shadows dance and swoon
wildscapes stretching far and wide
from scorching desert to flowing tide
beside forests standing tall
changing to bright hues come fall
mountains sink into rugged deserts
deserts changing to beautiful plains
plains growing to mighty forests
forests turning to proud mountains
circle start to circle end
one giant cycle of life
as dark is to light
and day to night
surrounded by so much wonder
thieves can't plunder
such freedom unable to be retained
the wilds so feral can't be tamed
if anyone cares to count the lines just know that is how it ended up working out, it wasn't planned or anything