Jeannie

Gone

The caress of a 

gentle breeze tells

you I am near.

When the warmth of

the sun surrounds you, it

is my embrace.

When butterfly flutter

amongst the flowers,

it is I you see.

Rain falling gently upon

you, is me weeping for

loved ones left behind.

In a cardinals song

you shall hear

my voice.

Know that I am

never far away, that I

will always be with you.