From weathered stones, worn by time,
A bridge extends, a silent rhyme.
It stretches gently, low and true
Over the river, clear and blue
Beneath its span, the currents gleam
It tells of journeys, it has seen.
A path that stretches, far and free,
Invites the soul to simply be.
A path to anywhere you wish, it leads,
Through trees of gold and magical fields.
To mountains high, where eagles soar,
And oceans vast, with endless shore.
This bridge, a passage, old yet new,
Holds dreams of wandering, for the few.
For those who cross, leave fears behind,
Embrace the journey, seek, and find.
Wherever it goes, wherever it bends,
The path to anywhere never ends.
A bridge of stone, a track of air,
A promise of adventure’s dare.
Walk the stones and feel the breeze,
Let go of doubts and find your ease.
A timeless path to anywhere,
For those who dream, for those who dare.
(Image by Dick Beijen)