As I walk away from this old town,

I see a red cabin in the distance far along,

Soft with dust and cricket song.
Tall grass leans where the road bends slow,
Following places only quiet know.

Sunlight filters through old oak trees,
Carried gently on a wandering breeze.
Footsteps fade into open air,
No rush ahead, no weight to bear.

The path remembers every soul
Who walked it seeking something whole.
In stillness deep and skies so wide,
The country road walks you inside. 🌾