A morning stroll along the beach, just the two of us, walking hand in hand
when I found myself enchanted by all the footprints in the sand.
Oh it was beautiful how the sun met the water and the water met the land
but I couldn’t help but wonder about all those footprints in the sand.
They came in all shapes and sizes…they were everywhere I scanned…
an endless overlap of footprints…blended together in the sand
I had no way of ever knowing…who made these footprints in the sand.
If they were made by someone young or old…by a woman or a man.
What was their religion? Were they from here or some other land?
These I could not ascertain from their footprints in the sand.
And I wondered if all we had to judge people by were their footprints in the sand
perhaps there’d be no prejudices…no one would be ridiculed or banned.
And the world could live in harmony…like the footprints I saw today
before tomorrow’s tide comes rushing in and washes them away…
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