walking in the park,
I picked some footprints, freshly laid,
on the dewy grass.
the sight of the pearl studded,
lush green flooring
with a pair of shoeprints…smudges,
traversing from one side
to the other,
disappearing finally across the hedge.
Footprints, simply put,
are the marks that indicate,
someone has trodden the untrodden track
there lies a path ahead.
You may choose to follow
or make one of your own.
But, no point in getting entangled
in the knowledge web, nor philosophy.
No time to waste.
Just grab the moment, feel the thrill
at the sight of the sparkling dew drops
vying to outshine each other
in the soft, gentle rays of the rising sun.
Why? Because you know
the awesome miniature droplets,
highly fragile, volatile,
would soon evaporate…vanish into the thin air,
as the sun rises higher, turns warmer,
withdrawing its miracle for the day.