Footprints in the Rock
This is about our impermanence in the greater scheme of things.
Footprints in the rock, of
long ago giants gone.
Reminders of what once was,
etched in stone.
Magma underneath, still
rumbling with the heat,
that warmed the feet of that
The sky above still filled with clouds
and sun that strides anew each day.
The night time hours still moonlit bright,
and stars that hide and flicker
with intermittent silvery light.
As each of us tread through time
an instant, one blink and then…
No footsteps of ours
remain behind, we disappear like grains of sand
washed and thrown by the winds of time.