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.*