Embers of autumn
Swept away by frigid wind
Winter's arrival

Fields of green
below skies of blue.
Immaculate beauty
just as I see you.

You rock in your chair.
The breeze ruffles your hair,
but don't ever fret:
I will be there.

Through the laughter
and sadness,
till we are old and gray
I will be with you
Forever I'll stay.

Oh, young sunflower!
facing east towards the Sun.
You follow her for hours,
till dusk when day's done.
Her light shines bright;
colors -- vivid and deep.
But when her light ebbs
do you droop and weep?