Now the birds fill the woods with their springtime songs,
While winter commands a cold obedience over nature’s optimism,
And wanders and wails among the silent trees
That stand strong and tall  - meditating upon our playful ways.
The children came again for awhile to play and roam among sticks and stones.
They remembered your presence,
Played with the dogs, walked along logs and fell in the bog.
They watched the mist creeping into the valley as they left
Carrying woodland contentment and wearing moments of peace,
Holding something special.
With love and thanks to you from all of us, those before us, and those yet to come.