The Journey of White Shoe:Steps Across Time

A white shoe, crisp and clean,

Begins its journey, unseen.

Untouched by dust, by wear, by soil,

It steps forward, free from toil.

The day is bright, the skies are clear,

The path ahead, both far and near.

It strides with grace, it moves with pride,

Through streets unknown, with nothing to hide.

Each step a story, each mile a song,

The white shoe marches, steady and strong.

From cobbled lanes to fields of green,

In every place, it’s been and seen.

It meets the morning’s misty dew,

And sparkles bright, fresh and new.

Yet as it walks, the day unfolds,

The white shoe gathers tales untold.

A splash of mud, a scuff, a stain,

A mark left by the summer rain.

But still it walks, undeterred,

Every footprint leaves a word.

The world is vast, the road is wide,

But the white shoe has its guide.

Through bustling crowds and quiet streets,

It dances to the rhythm of feet.

It climbs the hills, it crosses streams,

It chases after distant dreams.

And though its color may fade away,

Its spirit shines brighter each day.

For in each step, it finds its way,

Learning more with every sway.

The journey long, the path unsure,

But with each stride, it grows secure.

The shoe, once white, now bears the marks

Of travels made through light and dark.

Yet every stain, and every scar,

Tells a story of how far.

Though dust and dirt have had their say,

The white shoe journeys on its way.

For every step, through time and space,

Is a part of its enduring grace.

From its first step, so pure and bright,

To its last, beneath the night,

The white shoe’s journey, bold and true,

Is a reflection of life in view.

And so it goes, through wear and tear,

With memories gathered, everywhere.

For every road, each path we choose,

Is a journey—like that of a white shoe.