Grass whispers secrets, old and long,
Yet, winter’s chill and summer’s burn, looming dread.
Frostbit toes, blistered soles, price of freedom’s call,
Nature’s beauty felt, not seen, walking bare, walking tall.
Bare soles dance to electric pulse of earth.
Yet, how to tread where thistles lie, where stones strike?
Seasons turn, earth’s embrace, not always kind.
Sun scorches, snows bite, reality stark.
Dance with nature, seeking balance I must find.
Shoes, those vessels of constraint, yet protectors true,
Allowing passage where bare feet would rue.
Through forests deep and rivers cold, they carry me,
Compromise of soul and safety, balance, key.
Bare soles dance to electric pulse of earth.
So, with shoes in hand, I walk line between,
Feeling earth’s warmth, its cool, its rough, its smooth.
Moment bare, moment shod, scene
Of harmony, where each step can prove
That barefoot bliss and protection’s guise
Can coexist, under open skies.
Bare soles dance to electric pulse of earth.
