Rays of early sunlight filter through
the leafing trees, to light the garden flowers.
In serenity and beauty the new day begins
with birdsong and spider webs, and beads of dew.
And I think I trace you in the shadows of the trees,
rediscover you in the glistening flowers.
The bright green of the new leaves is a sign of hope,
and the freedom of the birds in flight lifts my spirit.
Those we remember with love will never leave us;
we may glimpse them in the beauty of the morning,
and we shall carry them in the deep places of our heart.
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