We Remember Them

In the rising of the sun and its going down, We remember them. In the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter, We remember them. In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, We remember them. In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, We remember them. In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, We remember them. When awe are weary and in need of strength, We remember them. When we are lost and sick at heart, We remember them. When we have joys we yearn to share, We remember them. So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us as We remember them. LOVE - IVY WORSHAM