Footprints~

People come people go,
like quickening footprints in
the grainy sand.

The memories remain,
some held in vain,
others in pain.

Whatever the cost,
there is nothing ever lost.

For life is full of treasures,
the secret blows in the wind,
and speaks to the vast azure sky,
dancing upon the mountains and
bending and swaying through the breeze,
caressing the trees, the animals,
and all of natures hidden secrets.

We grow old and wise,
we learn the language of one.

It is then that we begin to understand,
the meaning of life.

Watching this forever unfolding scene,
my mind now captures the language of creation.




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