Today I trek through an ancient forest.
Its trees are tall and strong.
The brush below is healthy and green.
I let out a shout of joy.
The sound reverberates around me.
I hear a chorus of music in the air.
I wonder what birds are hidden above.
I am merely a guest in this place.
My footprints will quickly fade.
I know that I have not wasted my time.
I have memories to keep in my heart.
W. Wayne B.
Jan. 2, 2012
The imprints are not on the ground…
Look within…
They are in your heart.
– I reckon, Eric
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