The path beneath my feet,
Whispering secrets of the ground,
Each step a story unfolds,
In nature’s silent sound.
Through fields of green I wander,
With earth’s embrace so sweet,
The journey’s end is yonder,
Guided by my humble feet.
On cobblestones and meadows,
They carry dreams and fears,
Across the sunlit shadows,
With every passing year.
Though paths may twist and turn,
My feet will find their way,
With strength and grace they learn,
To dance through night and day.