Aps- The Muddled Utopian

When you set your feet on unknown roads, when you believe in mirages, You discover some footprints hidden under the dried leaves and wonder! Who would have wandered here before you? What did they talk about? What deeds they do? It all lingers on in the air, it's for you to smell it's for you to encode and for you to decode! Those mountains will make you realize what a tiny spec you are in the playground of the universe... Those clouds will play hide and seek with you along with the sunrays... The twigs and trees will become your mates in crime  And those shores lines will help you paint your own map... Travel is not when you travel to different places or countries, travel is when you discover something new in the littlest of things and when you explore the new in the old... It may be stepping foot in a new country, or it may be just turning a stone upside down, as long as you unfold a new hue of nature, have a beautiful conversation ...

How green is my valley?? Is it really green or just a farce? Shall I believe or shall I leave it in the alley!!! I followed the footprints and discovered its all wrong.. Shall I leave it or shall I keep walking?? And find a new destination? All around I see is question marks and no full stops.. So I guess, will have to put a comma and move on.... Will create new traces and design a new map... Anyways whats the fun in exploring the explored, When you have options of inventions and discoveries.