He had taken care
of each step he took
they were gentle
never destructive
Pebbles along his path
remained in their place
that path left open
no bridge ever burnt
always present
that others might follow
his footsteps
Gardens of flowers
ever fragrant
blessing his life with joy
always groomed
weeded so that others
might also enjoy their beauty
He had been taught in his youth
to respect all things of this world
for all things belonged to all people
to bless each according to their need
Destruction would deny a healing
His footprints were worthy
of being followed
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