A Little Path to Somewhere

A little path to somewhere,

Winding through the trees,

With gentle bends and twisting,

Around which flows the breeze.

A little lane of golden dust,

Winding through the town,

Lit up by the sunlight

Along the dusty down.

Little paths and lanes of dreams,

Wind all around the world,

Till they reach the sand of sunset land,

With little flags unfurled.