A path lies hidden overgrown with green

Traces of footsteps that once had been

The trees arch low their branches entwined

Guarding the echoes of time left behind

Pebbles remain where streams have dried

Remnants of rivers that used to guide

The air hums faintly with songs of old

A timeless hymn quiet yet bold

The road remembers though feet are gone

Each curve a verse each stone a song

Its whispers call to the hearts that stray

Beckoning softly to find their way

Forgotten roads still hold their light

A map of dreams in the fading night

Each step awakens what time bestowed

Reviving the whisper of forgotten roads