Footsteps
I follow in your footsteps,
Through the woods
Wondering who’s been here before,
With you
In the woods
And whose footsteps
Am I really walking in?
Do I really care?
I am here
They are not
I cannot find any reassurance
In that
Though I try hard to.
I give up on thought
And turn to nature
To nurture me.
Through the woods
Wondering who’s been here before,
With you
In the woods
And whose footsteps
Am I really walking in?
Do I really care?
I am here
They are not
I cannot find any reassurance
In that
Though I try hard to.
I give up on thought
And turn to nature
To nurture me.
posted by temppixie at 11:07 AM
5 Comments:
Very true. Even when we are surrounded by Nature, human nature can get in the way.
This reminds me of something that Mary Oliver might write. Have you read her?
Also, thanks for stoppping by my site. Please come again when you can.
Take care!
nice composition kim,
thanks for visiting my site again.i really appreciate it!
I loved the whole thing, especially the last 2 lines. There's something wondrous about her, isn't there?
makes me think of footprints on the shores of the beach, there for a short while , replaced , washed away, kind of like life.Hey tks for dropping by site.
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