by Jackson Parrish
Do not visit me at my stone,
For I am not truly gone.
I am the breeze that stirs the leaves,
The gentle hum of honeybees.
I am the soft flakes of snow
That gently kiss your cheeks aglow,
The waves that lap upon the shore,
The love you feel for evermore.
So when you feel the world's a maze,
Lost in life's complex, winding ways,
Look to the sky, the sea, the land,
And know I am part of earth and sand.
In nature's grace, you'll find the key,
I am not gone; I'm ever free.
- Jackson Parrish
September 3rd, 2023
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