| THE EARTH REMEMBERS |
| There's a gate in the woods where a home used to be A reminder in nature of a family A symbol of living history A hint that we never really leave I see a path through the trees where it winds It remembers the footsteps of another time Strolling the walkway and leaving behind the mark of their visit for others to find There's an album of memories a shade tree knows A child's laugh, a picnic, a snowman's nose A lovers' embrace, a baby on tiptoes A sweet kiss, a hopeful wish, a skinny dipper's clothes It makes a difference that they were once here The earth remembers throughout the years The places they walked, the things they held dear The spots where they lingered still appear to hold the impression of when they were near There's a scent in the air that carries the soul It's like a bouquet of the loved ones we've known It whispers their essence and helps us to know That we'll be remembered long after we go |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |
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