There were people here before me

Who didn’t get to enjoy this tree

The way it looks today,

Or this bush in bloom,

With its green leaves, brown stems

And tiny white blossoms.

On this cloudy afternoon,

The wind chime bells remind me

Of the holy sounds that come unbidden,

Without any cause, from the cosmic sea

We call universe,

And that there will come a day

When I might not seem to be here

To see the things the way they seem to be,

But have no fear,

I will always be right here with thee.

I will always be right here.

I will always be right.

I will always be.

I will always.

I will. I will.

I will.

-jenn