The soldiers marched under the Sun.
They marched to the loud sound of the drum.
In all weather, the soldiers marched away,
From early afternoon till the break of day.
The people walked and marched to work.
They weathered the storms and the rain,
They marched in all seasons never stopping.
They marched to earn money for working.
The children marched on the large field,
Gaining a good education was their need.
Just as trees sprout from small seeds.
The tree is healthy, away from any weeds.
The souls enter this life on the earthly march,
They continue this walk with great dedication.
Souls live, love, work, and move on to the other side.
The march of human souls is a never-ending ride.