He looked at her and he knew,
This is the beginning of the end.
Under the sun, through the storm,
we walk and walk and walk.
Let our minds speak, our hearts rage,
make some time to talk.
A steady pace, an endless path,
arm in arm we go.
Sometimes silence is enough,
because we already know.
Four footprints in the sand,
they represent our past.
We may walked further, out of sight.
But our prints will certainly last.
Our life together is almost as this walk,
sometimes heavy, sometimes light as a feather.
But we can face it, step by step,
as long as we face it together.
- Dianel Arends