Your story does not end in death,
for you live beyond that final breath.
I can feel you softly in the breeze,
and see you dancing with the trees.
You’re the stone in the water,
the ripple in the pond.
I hear you roar above the waves
when life comes crashing down.
You’re the sun that warms the sky,
the light that shines within the dark.
I feel your fire within my soul,
holding back the cold.
You’re the earth beneath my feet,
the roots that give me strength.
I feel you steady every step,
and drag me from the depths.
You were there when I took my first breath,
and we’ll both outlive my last.
Solidarity Steve 
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