A Travellers song

This group of cluttered travelers have sung their songs.
Their caravan moves to another patch.
It is between this journey I make an acquaintance,
Begging them for one more soft tune.
I chase their shadow upon my steed.
Following the well laid path ahead of me
In hope of hearing a melody
That will quench a traveler’s thirst
I look up to their silver lining
They look like enlightened Saints.
Smiling gently on the earth below
On the shadows of their massiveness
The smile slowly became a song
The trees were forced to join along.
Fragrance of wet earth was invigorating
The moment was enshrined with a span of a lifetime