Walk

Stare at the sunlight
For the shadow will always follow
Look at the path to walk
The 'walked on' will be left behind
Seek the fruit
The toil of the gardening shall fade
Rise,
The starkness of the failure shall set
As the bright orange turns to black
The black shall fade to orange
When you walked and fell
You picked up yourself to walk again
We are always the infant
For the earth is our mother
Always here
Holding your hand
Breathe
Feel her gentle hands warm your cold