The Longest Route

From A to B, a simple way,

A path direct, no time to stray.

But where’s the joy in straight and fast,

When winding roads were built to last?

Through hills that roll and rivers wide,

Down hidden lanes where secrets hide,

A woodland trail, a mountain crest,

A journey made to be the best.

We stop for stories, rest for tea,

Find roads that lead us to the sea.

Each turn a chance, each stop a tale,

No rush, no race—just time to sail.

For what is life if not the road,

Not shortest paths or lightest load?

From A to B, we take the long,

And find ourselves where we belong.