Take cover, white dove.
Know that you are in our thoughts
As we are in yours.
Wait out the storm
For as long as it takes.
Do not fly against it.

We will wait patiently
For your return.
Just as Winter awaits Spring,
Spring Awaits Summer,
And Summer, Autumn.

When all the leaves have greened,
Turned their brilliant colors of orange,
Yellow and red,
And in death, fall lightly to earth,
You will return.

You will fly back to us
From your perilous journey,
Stronger and wiser,
To rest again
In our hearts!