No matter how far I go, you speak clear

Of truth, love, laughter and simple pleasures,

Gleaming bright, taking an axe to the fear,

And then I marvel at all the treasures

That sing and dance throughout our busy lives.

A film unspooled, never grows old or pales

For as long as magic blossoms and gives.

The thought of you floats and forever sails,

But the sea of joy can never recede

For this glaring sight, there is much to see

While the mind is alive, hungry to read,

Smelling with relish the scent that flows free.

So let it be sung, a passion so pure

Your presence on earth shall always endure.


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