Footsteps on earth
By humans of every age
Creating dust
Creating mist
Those footsteps can be
Simple yet it means something
That by every step people thrive
People fight to survive
In a universe point of view
It is but clear that
If every footsteps were paints
The world will be a colorful globe
And by every moments we work
Those steps we make
Of every laces
We are making masterpiece,
In a satellite image
In a far away image
The world would be different
If those steps means paints
