We walk through the fall, And the green leaves breathe their last In a riot of color as they languish The tree yawns and stretches bare branches To sleep, just for a while; We walk through the winter, And the cold is bitter The days of spring and life gone The quiet deafening, a fog with no edges But still we hold hands: it vanquishes our fear. And when our walk is done, The miles behind us, A trail of footprints Converging, parting; When we look behind us At all that has passed, The ones we love, What we leave behind, What we cherish, Is what makes our lives Worth living.
