There’s an old wood bridge where we’ve yet to set foot,
Beyond it lies a path, by time’s gentle hand put.
Would you want to travel it with me, if you could?
Together we’d uncover wonders, in every glen and wood.
There’s a hidden river we have never waded,
Its waters sing a song in a sun-dappled glade.
Would you cross that pristine stream with me today?
Hand in hand, we’ll dance where the currents sway.
We come upon meadows where berries wait to be eaten,
Their sweetness, a taste of paradise like Eden.
Would you indulge with me in this enchanted place?
Under skies that blush with the sun’s warm embrace.
Gazing upon blossomed mountains we have yet to climb,
Each peak a story, waiting for its time.
Would you write it with me in a serene rhyme?
In verses as timeless as the mountain’s prime.
