I look at your picture
and what do I see?
A fresh new soul
looking at me.

I look at your picture
and what do I hear?
a musical voice
that was so dear.

I look at your picture
and what do I sense?
a fresh new path in
a forest so dense

a forest so burgeoning
and vibrant and green,
where magnolias bloom
and nightingales sing,
it will make you forget
you had ever begun
a path though a city
of brick and macadam.

May these remembrances
that cherish dearly
the path you just left,
reach out to you gently

not to hold you at all,
but to stengthen your will
and lighten your soul.