Footsteps

With every step upon the earth, A dance of life’s sweet waltz, In paths unknown, gives birth to mirth, Each footprint softly halts.

For nature shakes her ancient dust, In every stride we take; With every light and shadow thrust, New stories we shall make.

So tread with care, for life is grand, And every breath divine; In every brush of nature’s hand, A memory we twine.

• Mary Gilmore