Underneath my dream, idea tree
with full access to my library
where the moments only count if your breath's away;
tread softly through the canopy's veil
it's anyone's guess, in this odd tale;
are they at work? Are they at rest? Or will they play?
So quick! Am I to sanitize
each moment bold, I categorize;
so I know when one does end, and the next shall start;
breathe each one in, or turn to stone
after all they're yours, and yours alone
you gave to each one "life", inside your heart!
Not one thing can better describe
the essence of a soul's own vibe,
than, what prompts a heart to quicken like the birds;
we've each had footprints shadow made,
but, sunlit footprints never fade;
when our breath's away, each legacy needs no words !