Steps

[TrippinBTM]

Steps

He stepped out of the shadows,
his foot swimming in a sea of sunshine
feeling the warmth.

Step, cool concrete underfoot.
Step, a pebble stabs at his heel.
Step, feet follow heart in rhythm.
Step, step, step, on and on.

Moving on, standing tall;
the drum beat moving feet to leap.
Running running, time stands still;
concrete fading to a blur,
then morphing, changing into grass.

Trees! they tower high above,
cradling the songs and lives of birds.
Feet step steady
soft as cottonwood down in a breeze
so too floats his heart.

The dance, eternal,
walking on;
leaves skipping down the road,
feet unhindered by any load.

[Liver Steam]

It's good but it leads me to belive you have a foot fetish.

[TrippinBTM]

haha, no foot fetish here, man. Just a motif.

[sylvanlightning]

Great images. I especially enjoyed the first and last stanzas.
The third somehow was hard to integrate. Perhaps the view
change... with figuring out how to integrate the birds and trees.
How about changing one word:
'cradling the songs and feet of birds.'

[TrippinBTM]

Good point. I just wrote this all at once, it just kinda came out of nowhere. I'll have to work on that, thanks for the insight.