Footprint

In sands of time, your footprint lingers still,

Tracing paths where once your essence flowed,

In silent tales of the journeys once bestowed.

Each print a tale of steps unknown,

Of dreams awakened, and memories sown,

Etched upon the earth, a fleeting sign,

Of fleeting moments, yours and mine.

Yet sands may shift, and winds may blow,

Erasing traces, as seasons flow,

But in the heart, your footprint gleams,

A testament to hopes and dreams.

For every step you dared to tread,

In the tapestry where life is spread,

In the footprint that you leave, so pure.