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