A wolf's pawprint
Soon covered with snow.
He was here, but no longer.
He wanders, pays no mind to where he has been
Or who will remember him.

A flower breaks through the frost.
It will soon die,
Leave room for ones yet more lovely.
Each will defeat the snow, determined.
Your footprints.
Not like the wolf.

You do not leave a place,
Never to return.
The flowers decorate the white expanse every year.
And even when they do not, the plant still lives.


We were writing our own psalm in bible study. Not really a psalm...but I still quite like it.