A small thought

This is not a poem, rather an idea or thought.

The floor,

Isn't it mysterious?

To think,

Men have died,

Blood has spilled,
People have fallen,
Children have played,
Water has ruined,
Goats have tread,
Shoes have worn,
Girls have fainted,
On a flat floor,
Like the one you are,
Or were just standing on.

                                     ~Katrina