Rolling Kindness, Rooted Grace

Across the hills and winding roads,
Where rivers dance, and wildflowers grow,
Come, travellers seeking skies so wide,
Their homes on wheels, their hearts untied.

But every town, each quiet shore,
Holds stories deep, traditions more
A place where hands have built with care,
Where life and love are planted there.

So let the journey not erase,
The voices strong, the rooted grace.
Instead, let roads and bridges bend,
To weave the ways where strangers blend.

Support the baker, drink the brew,
Share the tales, both old and new.
Park with care, leave nothing lost,
Respect the land, the paths we’ve crossed.

For vanlife is a fleeting glance,
A dance between the wheels and chance
Yet kindness lingers, ties remain,
When travel lifts, not leaves a stain.

So locals, travellers hand in hand,
Protect the earth, enrich the land.
Let rolling homes and settled hearts,
Build a world where none depart.

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