Footprints In the Sand

the breeze is stronger now the waves speak with passion the mist in the air smells of autumn our prominent imbedded footprints anointed along the crystal sand must ultimately come to an end looking back to capture our etchings we remember the fruits of our labor caressed in the arms of the wind every grain of our step is being mixed and broken where do we go from here? standing there we listen to the quiet in between the breeze we look up towards the multicolored sky we remember the heat of the sun the rapture of our journey as our thoughts set to gather the harvest we remember the seeds of growth how each print was molded in the sand we recognize what we attained how we conquered how we finally survived now together with the wind we trace our footprints paint them across the moon and the sky with the sounds of our breath we acknowledge this astonishing view thanking God we are alive