Wandering the earth with no purpose,
In search of fulfilling the empty glass,
Eyes full of determination to compose,
Noting the desolate place without grass.
A pathway carved with smiling faces,
A warmth of a breeze flows in the air,
Walking upon the path with a slow pace,
The person had dressed with flair.
Reaching at the end of the fork,
A person awaits with a wide smile,
Holding in the bag a wine closed with a cork,
A wide grin is formed at 300 kilowatts a mile.
Friendships created eons ago in the past,
Leaves a treasure precious in the present cast.