Upon the earth, they softly tread,
Whispering secrets, paths theyâve led.
Through fields of green and streets of stone,
In solitude, they walk alone.
Each step a rhythm, a heartbeatâs song,
Carving trails where they belong.
From dawn’s first light to night’s embrace,
They carry dreams with silent grace.
Through storms they march, through sun they glide,
Feet are the compass, the guide.
Across mountains high and valleys low,
They tell stories only they know.
In the dance of life, they play their part,
Feet on the ground, but led by the heart.
With every stride, the world they greet,
Eternally moving, our faithful feet.