To such walking

We humans walk around

Like little fires atop a candle

With warming hearts

And chilling minds

And weary feet

Which age but no longer grow

With time

To see such walking 

Inspires me

To feed my stomach

Squint my eyes

And smile back at this stubborn life

You think the wind 

Cares at about your flame of being?

As surely as I write to you

No snow will hold a single flake for thee

Or day an hour

Or tree a leaf

As we human beings should be just that

Being