Beneath the shadow of our feet they lie,
Whispering tales in threads woven tight,
Each step a gentle, muffled sigh,
In the quiet dance of day and night.

Colors blend in the morning light,
Patterns tell stories of journeys made,
From dawn’s first breath to the calm of night,
A soft embrace that will never fade.

Through weary roads and bustling streets,
They hold our hopes, our dreams, our fears,
Silently bearing the rhythm of beats,
A witness to laughter, smiles, and tears.

In the stillness of a moonlit room,
They rest beside our tired souls,
Awaiting the dawn with quiet bloom,
For another day to fulfill their roles.