Poem By Julio Herrera | 'whispers Of The Unknown' Poem by Julio Herrera

Beneath the sky where the stars ignite,
A restless wind stirs the soul of night.
It whispers tales of lands unseen,
Of emerald forests and seas aquamarine.

The mountains loom with their jagged peaks,
Their voices ancient, the language they speak.
'Come, ' they murmur, 'to trails untold,
Where dreams are forged and hearts turn bold.'

A river dances with a silver gleam,
Flowing onward like a ceaseless dream.
Its current sings of a distant shore,
Of hidden wonders, and quests galore.

The compass spins, its needle wild,
As if it knows where fate's beguiled.
No map can chart the paths ahead,
Where courage walks and fear has fled.

Through jungles thick and deserts vast,
Through storms that rage and shadows cast,
The adventurer strides, with heart alight,
Chasing dawns that shatter night.

Each step a story, each mile a song,
The journey calls, and we belong.
To the endless road, to the thrill of the new,
To a boundless world where dreams come true.

So pack your courage, unfurl your sail,
Ride the wind, and let wonder prevail.
For life's grand tale, with adventures sown,
Awaits the daring—the call of the unknown.