Byways is a story told through poetry about walking on the wayside. There is something profound about simply putting one foot in front of the other, while the automobiles hurtle past. You see the same grand vistas, the same densely-packed woods as the people flying by, but there are many things that they will never know: The dense fog of the morning stillness, the endless repetition of the gravel flowing beneath, the quiet solitude of the mystic pines. There are always two roads, the worn and the byway, and it is up to you alone to decide which to take.