do not mountains, <br />trees, and rivers live <br />their time, and die? <br />does not the sun <br />rise in the morning <br />only to lay down at night? <br />are not universes born of dust, <br />only to return to dust? <br />why should we be any different? <br /> <br />all that lives but a fleeting glimpse <br />into the workings of eternity. <br />yet everything that comes and goes <br />leaves an indelible mark, <br />a footprint on the water, <br />a face put to the wind!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-footprint-a-face/
