Leaves whisper sound of our past,
Echoes of loss and grief,
Our song is sung by the wind.
Shimmering light flickers,
...
We drive in along the gravel road
And back the truck into our site.
I remember from when I was little,
It is all still the same.
...
Blue water shimmers,
Mirrors in morning sun.
Glistening sand upon,
Shells crinkle beneath our feet.
...
Silver Jack Frost glistens,
Like snow on a mountain top,
His chilly white icicles shimmer,
As they take over the grass stems,
...
Crossing Over
Leaves whisper sound of our past,
Echoes of loss and grief,
Our song is sung by the wind.
Shimmering light flickers,
A place between resurrections,
Between new and old time,
Crossing over the threshold,
Walking through the gates of heaven,
A magic beyond dreams.