Beneath our feet, a world unseen,
Lies the humble shoe sole, a realm serene.
With each step we take, it carries our weight,
Guiding us forward, from fate to fate.
Oh, shoe sole, protector of our stride,
In each groove and pattern, secrets reside.
Treading upon paths, known and unknown,
You cushion our journey, like nature's own.
Through cobblestone streets or meadows wide,
You dance with grace, like a gentle tide.
A tapestry of rubber, leather or tread,
Supporting our adventures with sturdy thread.
In urban jungles or wilderness grand,
You grip the ground, where others can't stand.
From mountain peaks to sandy shores,
You carry us through life's endless doors.
Oh, shoe sole, silent companion below,
Whispering tales of the places we go.
With every footprint left behind,
You leave an imprint on hearts and mind.
So let us cherish this unsung part,
The shoe sole's magic, a work of art.
For in its embrace, we find our role,
Connected to Earth through the humble shoe sole.
