Wild rugged mountains, wild flowers and trees,
Crisp misty mornings and autumns gold leaves,
The stillness of a lake, the power of a storm,
Hot summer days and fields flowing with corn.
The crocuses is springtime, the snow on the ground,
The joy of finding what’s lost is now found.
These images are of a life you have just past through,
Whenever I see and feel them, they’ll remind me of you.
Even when the gales did blow, you never did tire,
You were always the flame in the unforgettable fire.
They told me last night, they were burying you today,
I feel so helpless and so far away.
But as low as I am, I don’t feel alone,
Because tonight, in my heart, I am coming home…
Comments
Hey Hugh, Thanks so much..
– Bilgolaj
Beautiful spilling out of emotions. Should be more of it around today. tony
Thank you Tony..it took me a while to get it out there … :-)
– Bilgolaj
So beautiful…lovely tribute to a beloved…great rhythm, am glad you have loaded this. You should write more…:-)
Thank you
– Bilgolaj