I heard a whisper through the trees,
It came along with Summer breeze,
I thought I heard you call my name,
I long to hear it once again,
For you are in the morning air,
In sky so blue,
Your always there,
In every inch of this fine place,
In every flower,
Every space,
For we shared days,
Of pure gold,
I wish I had your hand to hold.
Jayne Louise Davies
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