footprints

People come
people go
like footprints in the sand,

The memories remain,
some held in vein,
others in pain,

What ever the cost,
there is nothing ever lost,

For Life is full of treasures,
the secret blows in the wind,
the mountain, the trees and the animals,

We Grow Old and Wise,
we learn the Language of One,

It is then
that we begin to Understand-
"The Meaning Of Life"-

catalyst2466.

Enjoyed your work, the language of one thats what we all have fallen from perhaps?