If you follow the path alongside the creek bank
Just below the girded bridge with the rusty planks
You’ll find me sitting patiently on our favorite rock
Watching the small songbirds as they start to flock
Take your time; no need to hurry
I’ll sit here and watch squirrels scurry
Chasing after tails round and round the trees
Not a funnier slight you’ll ever see
The countryside is full of natural life
Loud, and yet quiet, with no trivial strife
You left us in the summertime
While you were still in your prime
you’ll come home soon; it’s in God’s hands
Death was never part of the plan
We will pick some flowers and run the hillside
Talk about cheerful things; no more tears cried
There are not enough words left for me to say
How much I look forward to greeting you that day
