Ever noticed the patterns of the Earth?
Crumbling dirt soft upon your feet
Spiky, reaching grass that tickles at your toes
Or squelching, sloppy mud that seeps beneath your nails
The ground depicts a lifetime
Exceeding that of you and I
How many have walked this forest floor
Stumbled on this root
Dived into this crystal lake
Or lain upon this crest?
Even the greatest of us
Cannot hope to answer a question such as this
This world is our home
A nurturing bonny mam
One who whispers on the breeze
And cries at the dawn
She opens our eyes to the stars
And our heart to a mere blossom
Shows us our capacity
Limitless, unknown,
Undiscovered…
Then bestows our free will
Though she holds us to her breast
There may come a time
At which we hurl ourselves away
Forgetting and abusing her love
There will be dreamers
And realists to counter
Some will bloom while others wilt
Which will be you?
One who spurns your gifts
Or one who uses and enhances them?
But as my path is different to yours
I cannot provide an ultimate answer
But I can say,
Life is what you make it
You decide whether to be a speck of dust in a desert
Or a magnificent mountain
Either way that is the pattern that you choose
The one that you leave behind
