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The next morning,
the tulip poplar tree
danced for you—
all the leaves were waving,
yellow-gold flashes in the sun.
The same wind that moved them
was gently
lifting me upward
and tenderly
guiding you forward—
far beyond the horizon
of mortal sense.
And while I cannot see you now,
or talk with you as we always did—
the light of your spiritual joy,
the color of your individuality,
the vivacity of your immortal being
abide and continue,
forevermore.“For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.” (Isaiah 55:12)
