memory
In the garden of memories, where the sunflowers sway,
Stands the shadow of a friend, who's now far away.
A heart so kind, a spirit so light,
Gone from our sight, but not from the night.
Their laughter, a melody, echoes in our mind,
A symphony of kindness, they've left behind.
In the quiet of the evening, when the stars align,
We reach for their echo, in the vast divine.
A friend departed, yet their light remains,
In the gentlest of breezes, and the softest rains.
In the chatter of the leaves, in the rustling reed,
Their kindness still blooms, like a precious seed.
Gone they may be, from this earthly sphere,
But in our hearts, they remain ever near.
A beacon of goodness, a flame burning bright,
Guiding us softly, through the darkest night.
Their memory is a song, a comforting hymn,
Reminding us always, to be kind like them.
Though their voice is silent, their spirit is free,
Living on in the hearts, of you and me.
Stands the shadow of a friend, who's now far away.
A heart so kind, a spirit so light,
Gone from our sight, but not from the night.
Their laughter, a melody, echoes in our mind,
A symphony of kindness, they've left behind.
In the quiet of the evening, when the stars align,
We reach for their echo, in the vast divine.
A friend departed, yet their light remains,
In the gentlest of breezes, and the softest rains.
In the chatter of the leaves, in the rustling reed,
Their kindness still blooms, like a precious seed.
Gone they may be, from this earthly sphere,
But in our hearts, they remain ever near.
A beacon of goodness, a flame burning bright,
Guiding us softly, through the darkest night.
Their memory is a song, a comforting hymn,
Reminding us always, to be kind like them.
Though their voice is silent, their spirit is free,
Living on in the hearts, of you and me.