Sarah L. Johnsen

Free my ashes with the wind
And do not weep for me.
My short life was fine and full;
Accept my destiny.
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I hear a moaning in the breeze
And search for answers in the clouds
As I drift among the tallest trees
Or wander lone in busy crowds.
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She was my Lily. Of the morning dew
She was my fragrant rhapsody in spring.
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Candles cast a pleasant light. When they burn bright
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On fine days, life is a miracle
And the world is a wondrous place.
Roses bloom and songs are lyrical
And days are bright and filled with grace.
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There is no need to celebrate today.
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Now energy
In morning chill
Come round and see
From silent hill.
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We saw you last a year ago today.
A harsh November wind blew wild and cold;
The city lights below were on display
And all your words and smiles were spun with gold.
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His talent truly matched
The hero with the regal name.
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Your flower garden is in bloom again.
Hummingbirds and butterflies wing to and fro.
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We climbed to your high pasture
When the world was young one day
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When life is very hard on us
We miss the joy we had—
We rarely know when times are good
Until they're really bad.
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I love the hours of misty morn
When clouds descend and kiss with dew
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