Baskadia

In a world of shadows, night descends,

Where dreams and hopes seem to blend.

Stars twinkle, painting skies with light,

Guiding souls through the darkest night.

Whispers of the wind, a gentle song,

Tales of love, of right and wrong.

Mountains rise, touching the sky so high,

Their peaks kiss the clouds, beyond the eye.

Rivers flow, their stories ever-changing,

Through valleys deep, always rearranging.

In this dance of life, where all is free,

Find your rhythm, and be who you wish to be.

For in every heart, a flame does burn,

A yearning to live, to love, to learn.

Embrace the journey,