I searched in caves,
walked for miles and miles
On plains and valleys
Trying to figure out
Where these trails lead
Would they take me to the mountain top
Or is it another detour
That could make me lost.
I listened closely to the bubbling brook, would it give me the
Answers that I desperately needed.
I felt the cold of early springtime
Pierce through my skin
and quivered as I thought of a long dark night coming.
“Where do I go
what should I do?”
I asked,
so I continued
Searching in
The faces of men and women I met.
I heard them whispering,
At times, roaring in laughter
Then a slow murmur
In a tempo
Of busyness in life.
I saw a little girl with old clothes tattered and stained
This could be my daughter,
How sweet she looks.
In all of her innocence
Life was showing her early on
Its harsh realities.
She could grow up into a wise woman,defeating all the odds
Or remain in ignorance’s old and bitter grasp.
Then one day,
I rested and penned my thoughts down, I asked you again what life is all about,
“This is it,” you answered.
“There is nothing to look for
It’s all in you and
Life is it
Share your life,
Give it away,
and I’ll do the rest,”
you said.