In circles drawn upon the ground, Through day and night, footsteps resound, The sun has cast its golden eye, The moon has arced across the sky, But time, a trickster’s endless game, Returns to where it first became, No weary stride can break the spell, Each path a tale left still to tell. Familiar fields beneath the shade, Reveal the journey dreams have made, And in the echoes, softly spoken, A silent truth remains unbroken. For in this loop, though lost, they find, The heart of time, the soul unbind.