Footprints

Footprints.

If we were to walk
through this forest at hand
your presence would echo
and bring life to the land,

the earth would rupture
distort at it's seams;
for a vain presentation
rivaling 'wildest dreams,

but the play falls subconscious;
upon transparency, you bear
all heaven in your eyes
falls equal and fair

to the rest of the planet
oh, the world that you see
your company’s a gift
that sees blind honesty.

Our footprints on paths
moss floored, just for you
but you’ll insist the dirt trail
since we’re just people too,

as we float on past the statues
they’ll all know your name
these gods, will admire
your essence, lest fame.

Though the daisies, they cry
for they are low to the floor
whilst the trees up above
view heavens, galore

why must they live so small
so discrete in this place?
while the foliage above
glares up into space?

but your wisdom, surpass
will shine light upon woes
you seek the same happiness
only your presence knows

that the daisies have friends
on that forest floor
All the animals, plants
have much wisdom in store;

the trees with their height
they feel hardship their own
come storm, wind or heat
they shall be your home.

You’re spreading your brilliance
this happiness untold
as you search for your own,
whilst you inspire and unfold

this path does soon end
through the forest today
and once more one has witnessed
vitality, you portray

And so time will erase the footprints we made
but the light of your presence
Will remain, Never fade.