These feet that tread the path unseen,
Through forests dense and meadows green,
They carry dreams on silent nights,
And dance beneath the city lights.

With every step, a story told,
Of ancient lands and tales of old,
They wander through the sands of time,
Leaving footprints, marking rhyme.

In rain or shine, they brave the way,
From dawn’s first light to end of day,
They scale the mountains, cross the streams,
Through trials, tears, and fleeting dreams.

So let us honor these humble feet,
For every journey they complete,
They lead us to new places bright,
And guide us through the darkest night.