Giants don’t matter

Tread gently,
tread softly,
without making a sound,
without announcing yourself,
on the sun-kissed sands,
on the wild grasses of the valleys,
on the snow-clad hills.
 
Let nature be,
let time be,
let will be,
you need not make a difference,
you must leave silently,
just as you arrived,
no grand schemes.
 
Laughter, tears, birthday cakes,
ink on paper,
talc on floor,
dust on shoes,
a life
lived with a full heart
from the first blink
to the last gasp.