Footprints - the tiny steps

...the steps are tiny, 

Day so gloomy

Fear over-shadowed the path ahead.

A branch so low with fruits laden,

Mirage pleases' the eye not the soul.

Landscapes drift 

But I stood still,

The tiny steps moved ahead.

Gruesome winds blew,

Filled the airs with dismay.

Soothsayer words I remember

Believe not whatever they say.

In the twilight

I walked miles,

The steps so tiny yet so mighty - 

Refrained from the dangers ahead.

All eyes on the tiny steps 

Full of scorn and contempt, 

With head bowed low

The tiny ones marched ahead. 

Eluding the shyness,

Suppressing a tear

A heart throbbing prominent,

Trailing the tiny steps.

Time subdued the valor

Pride vanquished against age,

History remembered nothing

But the tiny footprints that made their way...