You were born..
You learned to step...your
baby steps.
Everybody was watching over you..
Just to make sure you wouldn't fall.
As you grew up, you were so eager to step.
You kept
stepping.
You wide opened your eyes and were so ready to explore the world around you.
That was when...you had a sense about meanings of life.
Then, there was a time you felt tired..
You stepped slowly..
Then you were loved...
You stepped in joy.
As you grow old, mature you have become..
You learn how to make
one step forward and two steps back.
There are times that you have missteps..
But you get up and keep stepping.
Never stop stepping..
That's a sense of living.