We, Too, Once Trod Here Poem by M. A Heathcote

Our lives are manifestations
Like blue skies and rainclouds
And then-the-next, they disappear

Leaving below a pine forest
A blue lake, a meandering garden
That says we, too, once trod here.

We swaged a path through
dew lit lank tall meadow grass
That fell side to side like Meadow Buttercup

But we never did walk back the same route
Even though our path had now been made easier
Fearing always the tedium of the familiar

Sure, we had mountains to scale
Rivers to wade and cross
But it was always finding each other

like a message in a bottle, uncorked
had us wondering how many more oceans
We'd traverse to be ultimately together.