In the quiet dawn, feet tread softly,
Carrying dreams where whispers beckon,
Leaves rustle beneath their gentle weight,
Marking paths where hopes awaken.

Through verdant fields and cobblestone streets,
Feet dance to rhythms of the heart,
Each step a story, a silent promise,
In the symphony of life, they play their part.

Bare against the morning dew,
They trace the lines of ancient tales,
Wandering through time’s endless passage,
On journeys where spirit never fails.

In the golden glow of setting suns,
Feet find solace in the fading light,
A testament to the paths they’ve walked,
In the tapestry of day and night.