What are your future travel plans?

A journey is forming—to the North and South of New Zealand,
Where dreams meet the earth in breathtaking hues.
Drawn by the call of towering peaks and rolling greens,
By faces kind, and voices laced with gentle tunes.
I long to taste the food that tells a story,
To hold their coins, small treasures in my palm,
To feel the breeze that whispers through the valleys,
And let the native songs of nature keep me calm.
I’ll sit aboard a bus, just watching life drift by,
The roads, the skies, the passing lives unseen—
As if I’ve stepped into a living tale,
Where hobbits once wandered in a land serene.
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