Precious Are My Children Poem by chris schwartz

Rest easy, my weary child
Though our time has come
To pass.
Oh, all the fields I've watched
Send green, to gold
Then barren winters
Last.
Do not fear
The dark colors
That the heavens
Give to you this day.
Your time to shine
At last is here
I'm still with you
All the way.
Every mountain
That you conquer,
Blows its breeze
With smiles when we
Took the trip together
A time we felt
So free.
The songs you hear
On the radio
Will keep you
Close to me.
Shine bright
In this small world
My dear
Give light
To all you touch.
For I am but
A distant star
Looking down on you
At dusk.