The roads winding beneath me

The winds blowing in my ears

The beauty of my travels

Brings my eyes to tears

I love to walk new paths

And make some on my own

I love to see brand new things

And to touch the rarely-known

I love taunting the creatures

I thought were only dreams

I've come to find that in this

world; Not all is what it seems

Beauty, still, is all I've found

In everything I've come to see

With every creature, mountain top,

Desert, rock and tree