The joy of my father resting with nature is that I hear him rattling underneath the autumn leaves,
I see him in the beautiful view of a mountain and reborn in a summer breeze.
My father isn’t lost in time and has not simply slipped away,
With every sapling that is reborn my fathers spirit remains to stay.
I see him in the foot prints and the temporary ground beneath my feet,
And when we return to nature he and I will rejoice when once again we entwine to meet.