Echoing Footprints

You can’t stop the sun from rising nor the waxing and waning of the moon; nor can you stop the stars from blinking. You can’t stop lightning from flashing nor can you stop thunder from roaring; neither can you un-ring and rung bell. Ever wonder if an echo can be stopped once reflected into the ever-moving wind— blowing with its own as well as other echoes? And is it not also a wonder that wherever we go we tend to leave some kind of footprint; even if only scented footprints that could be followed? Contemplating further, it can be realized that the inked poetic word can be likened unto that of echoing footprints for the eyes. With respect to life, there is an old axiom that reminds us that while workers will die, the work they were committed to will go on. Likewise, it is with the poet and poetry:- Poets will die but the inked poetic word left behind will be as echoing footprints.