A small road, untouched by human hands, 

Unveiled only to those who truly see, 

A lane for butterflies and buzzing bees, 

Their secret journey through nature's tapestry.

If it leads somewhere, who can really say? 

I just sigh, knowing its end’s beyond reach, 

This unseen path, no ride will take me there, 

A wanderer’s thoroughfare, always calling me.