I stumbled upon this poem today...
Listen to the wind. The rustle of the trees.
The laughter of the loon. Floating on the breeze.
A storm of vicous intent, a gentle healing rain.
You will hear my voice call to you, again, again and again.
I will never be far away, in the the first rays of dawn's precious light.
And when you lie down to sleep, say a prayer for me and memory keep.
Always let laughter flow, for me my friends, never weep.
