My sunrises are growing shorter,

Hands cold but that's okay,

I've accomplished enough and prefer the dusk,

And never wanted to grow old anyway.

Old trees will sing and wind ever blow,

Rain and sun nurture forests I'll never know.

Generations to come from all the spiders saved,

Slimed creepy crawlies and a caterpillar from being paved.

Felt a full spectrum and expressed in forms of art,

With impure edges, pulled back together even after falling apart.

Walked a lonely trail steps in the dark but still chose my fate,

Insight to lead others through and their path illuminate.

First response to wildfire and let an ocean of tears be the rain,

Things that burn gave me fire; much can be learned from pain.

Ran up a mountain trail where the wind blows,

Following in the wind's path because forward's all it knows.

Felt grass between my toes and life under feet,

Waltzed with the wind and waves, danced to the earth's heartbeat.

Spoken in lonely hours the master artist of life,

Who engineered my loving family, every husband, child, wife.

Dear friends please do not cry,

No matter what comes with the sun,

Remember each sparrow and its song,

He does not forget even one.

Living like the moon through phases,

There's no need to fear the night,

For God promises another sunrise,

So friends keep up the fight!