Tell me, how it is that flowers continue to bloom
When you are not here to see them,
How can the sunrise brazenly appear
When your eyes cannot see,
How can a gentle breeze soothe the hurried and harried
When you are not able to feel it,
How can the grass grow to become a thick carpet
When your toes can’t feel it,
Why do birds serenade the masses with whistled messages
When you are not able to hear it,
How can the moon shine and light the earth
Knowing you are not here to see it,
How can words have meaning, especially these words?
How can we go on without your talents, your leadership
Without your smile, without you quietly leading the way,
I don’t know, how we can go on?
But go on we must, in your honor and memory
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