Footprints by Akinwale Peace

© Akinwale Peace

Footprints.

I was lost, lost in the desert:
I was searching for my flower,
Then I saw the root; My cherished flower, 
of dim clueless root to my calm flower;
Then I saw the stream springs on the desert.

I traced its root, it's the foot prints
I traced the root to the stream springs'
I traced my flower's root, it springs!
I traced it to the brooks, it sings!
I traced its root, it's the foot prints

Fortunately, I then saw it;
The brooks are chirping, it dances,
Fortunately, I then saw it;
The waves are streaming, it dances,
I sensed the rhythm; it dances.

I was searching for my flower;
Then I saw the root; My cherished flower.

"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace
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