In the morning’s soft embrace they start,
The rhythm of their footsteps, a work of art,
Through mist and dew, they chase the light,
Each pulse of life, a beacon in the night.

With every breath, they conquer fears,
A race against time through endless years,
The heartbeat’s drum, a steady guide,
On winding paths where dreams reside.

Beneath the sky, both vast and blue,
Their spirit soars, their vision true,
The finish line, a distant gleam,
Fuels the fire of every dream.

Unyielding stride, through rain and sun,
Their journey’s tale has just begun,
In every mile, a story spun,
A testament to battles won.