Impatience

Within the green outskirts was a yellow mustard meadow paradise. One day between the four-leaf clovers appeared a sole footprint. There was no one to ask why or who left it there. The little green oasis certainly knew but didn't hum.

Another day came with another step from the invisible feet bearer. Was it a gift or a transgression?

On day three of this little saga, the meadow had gone, leaving behind a fresh print. Must have been an uneasy breakup to leave your home after just three small steps.