Protect the Energy

i was the light that paved a walk way in the dark

i was the fore-runner through the leaves in the park

never did i leave a soul behind as the sands of the tide

arrived footside even on a still day or evening and yet

a whisper from the past questions the elements

of a frosty bitter spring night where the birds

refused to chirp and the nest was touched

as if the lightening sparks weren't enough

to remind one's being to be in place

and respect the order of nature

and where does that leave eyes in the shadows

without any distance from being out of view?