The Winding Road

The winding road, traveled well and true,
Brought your ancestors close to you.
If not for their travels where would we be,
Think of all the things we cannot see.

Looking around us there is nothing that strikes the eye,
Just ordinary everyday things that go passing us by.
But take a look closer and what can we see,
But that path of our ancestors who helped us to be.

Take nothing for granted that we see in this world,
For if it was not for the winding road that swirled,
We would not be where we are today,
But somewhere far, far away.