Four travelers tread where the shadows play,
Each holds a truth in their own chosen way.
North, South, East, and West, voices entwine,
Four threads in a weave, their stories align.
On paths that diverge, they search for the same,
For balance, a spark, a delicate flame.
Through valleys and peaks, in step and alone,
They gather their truths, each side to atone.
A circle complete as their journeys unfold,
Four voices in harmony, seeking one soul.