on certain mornings nature decides we need to relearn how to walk
the first thing we see is often the only thing as we speed through life
sidewalk closed ahead says the sign in the driveway we don’t question it
the long shadow cast in the midday sun provides a new perspective
all too often we trade in our hopes and dreams for false security
we often put faith in something based on the past not on the present
caution, you’ve been warned if you cross that line; proceed and you’re on your own
huddled together backs turned toward winter’s wrath protected from harm
small tracks in the snow are a reminder of who we share our lives with
often patiently they sit and wait for someone to tell their story
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