Every step in life, the weight of us sinks into the soil
Impressions of our existence give us away
We see the footprints as a tale of our past
But in truth they are of the present, part of the now
They are truth holes, places that cradle and treasure understanding
Every indent a merge of life and lesson
Never to be forgotten or dismissed
We cannot undo the telling, the knowing, the seeing
This is the grace in our story