In the quiet dawn, as the world still sleeps,
Shoes whisper tales of journeys deep,
Through crowded streets and empty lanes,
Bearing witness to joys and pains.

They carry the weight of dreams and fears,
Absorbing laughter, collecting tears,
With every scuff and every crease,
They hold the echoes of our peace.

From playful runs on summer days,
To solemn walks on paths of gray,
Each pair a silent storyteller,
Of life’s adventures, every color.

So let us pause and truly see,
The humble shoes beneath our feet,
For in their soles, we find a trace,
Of every step, of every place.