Wandering Reflection Poem by Preston Simmons

Clouds descend through winter's breath
To conceal the earth below.
They appear to men
In an alternate form
To teach us a simple lesson.

The clouds parted
To reveal the sun
With its guiding rays.
Slowly I walked in the daylight
Under the sunlit glare.
I stumbled above the earth,
A field of snow before me.
It was an uncommon sight
To have nature's frozen tears
Before me.

The record of those
Who have gone
before me
Was etched in the descended clouds.
I can never be sure
of the tracks that bear my record,
Because there are more tracks
Than from the year before.

I came to the edge,
To where the tracks stopped
And thought to myself:
Where will they appear?
I thought for an hour
And discovered an answer.
They will only appear
Where I know them
To be.