His Footsteps and Her Yellow Garland For Her Gods

The footsteps that remain on the sand fleet away,leaving no traces of the person who once was, an impression,a memory,
Some would utter and reminisce
"he would walk this way to work, turn around and wave to her,
And she would forever wait for him,
Pick flowers in her garden to string together a yellow garland for her Gods and Their blessings,
Their protection for him to be safe,
For her to hear his swift and strong footsteps back home ,
For the bell to ring,
For having a warm meal together,
For the playful night to come,
For the happy sun to rise ,
For him to wave to her,
For her to forever wait for him,
For her to pick flowers in her garden so that she could string together a yellow garland for her Gods."
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What Do The Stars Say?

To believe or not believe

that is the question.

The moment we come to life,that moment destiny turns,

The planets millions of miles away,

Follow us in their gaze,

Should we believe what they tell us,

or should we find our own ways?

Do the stars guide our life?

Do they define our deeds done?

Or should we follow our ,hearts mind or soul,

Or the many planet positions?

The predictors tell you, the past present and future,

But ‘Free Will’,will get in the way,

We get in out lives what we will,

And the planets keep turning away.

In them does the future lies?

Should we heed what the predictor advise,

or our own?

On our own,

We have to plant the seed sown,

Cut the weeds which have grown,

Pour water and trim hedges,

And make the garden beautiful,

The sun will shine as it should,

Bees will buzz and birds tweet,

Then rain,clouds,snow or sleet,

Go on in their lives,

Each moment unique,

Each moment alive,

Each moment unique,

Each moment our own,

Our own to seek.