New life springs forward and takes hold of this old planet,
Old beings die,
They can no longer handle it,
Leaves bud,
Fresh infants cry,
The fall is done,
You’ve landed,
In a patch of life,
Petals are stranded,
There will be no more strife.

My hands allowed this head to hang back,
and her arms were of an awakened soul.
Sun rays haloed her body,
and so it felt Ceremonial.

She looked to me, though still, leading the way.
she'd gone, changed the day and changed her time.
so, as we prepared to walk the line
we held each other and closed our eyes.

Walking in the sand
Seems so bland
leaving footprints where we stand

It doesnt matter what we say
it will all get washed away
but its our DNA

Its in memories
In the stories
that hides our queries

The little one
that will run
when we are done

The footprints in the sand
of a little boys hand
who will go up to be a man