In the morning’s gentle light, they start their quest,
Leather souls whisper on the dew-kissed grass,
With each stride, they unfold a world unpressed,
Carrying whispers of a journey vast.

Through bustling streets and silent lanes,
Their rhythm echoes on the cobblestone,
Bearing dreams amidst sun and rain,
In every stitch, a tale is sewn.

On sandy shores where waves embrace,
They dance with the tide’s gentle call,
Leaving imprints in time’s warm trace,
A fleeting memory of footsteps small.

As twilight falls, they rest beneath the stars,
Worn yet proud, they hold stories untold,
In every scuff, a mark from afar,
A testament to journeys bold.