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Upon the winding, lonely road I tread, Where whispers of the past in silence spread, Each step a thought, each breath a sigh, Beneath the vast and watchful sky. Time stretches like the endless way, That beckons me through the fading day, Each bend reveals a truth untold, Each mile of thought worth more than gold. Till I reach familiar ground, I carry stillness I have found, The peace that comes from walking afars Over roads with all their scars. Here in the quiet, far from sight, Where wisdom mingles with the dimming light, I find the answers I've long sought, In pools of deep and sacred thought. And when I reach familiar ground, I carry stillness I have found, For in this solitude, I find my way, A journey in thought, come what may. Photos, lyrics: Alan Bonnici ( https://www.AlanBonnici.com ) Lyrics set to music: https://suno.com     Follow This, That and (Maybe), the Other : ...

Dawn breaks, a symphony begins, A soft mooing in the distance, a day anew, Birdsong weaves through the cool morning air, a tranquil rendezvous. The world awakens, slow and sublime to the melodies of Birds, the minstrels of morning’s court, In the embrace of tranquillity's flow, Nature’s orchestra plays for those who listen, In its rhythm, we find a gentle glow. Awake in the sanctuary of sounds so pure, The hustle of life yet to unfurl, In this moment, with nature’s serenade, I am at peace with the waking world. Each chirp, each moo, a note so clear, Crafting a song of simple delight, Waking up with nature’s harmony, Bathed in the breaking dawn. Follow This, That and (Maybe), the Other :