They creep through the meadows and light green fields.
Jasmines and tulips begin to unfold.
Spring giving the gift that it always yields.
To live to the minute, die at the day.
Stars will guide her way throughout the dark night.
Soon, she will be spirited far away.
To follow her path by the trailing light.
The cerulean highway being paved for me.
Wandering through the greatness of God’s eye,
Providing me with a beauty to see.
Watching my life as it has passed me by.
I’ll see her swimming in Heaven’s blue sea
Because that is where she deserves to be….