When i was small...
Steps fascinated me
I'd sit on the step and let the sun shine on me
I'd watch the spider orchids bathe on the streaming light
I'd feel the warmth creeping on my skin
And let the glow permeate my whole being
Till the steps burn and I heave a sigh of relief.
When i was small
I'd try one step at a time
To reach what seems to be the unreachable rung
I'd look up and let my sight catch the gleam of the wavering shadow
I'd close my eyes and let just a flicker of light guide my sight to the top
And i sway as the step goes one after the other
Till there is no more.
What is it in steps that fascinate and catch my imagination?
Why am i lured to glide up and catch the sun
Before it is covered by the misty drift somewhere along the way.
I see the orchids gracefully dancing oblivious of the scorching and searing sun
The steps are forever inviting me to go higher
Till the apex is reached and I can smile.