Never Alone.

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In loving Memory of Alan Matthews. An amazing grandfather and an even better friend.

The trees whisper to me,
I'm sure of it.
They share their secrets with me as I calmly sit.
Their arms reaching out, as the wind shouts.
The wind stands up for me,
I'm sure of it.
It catches dark words
and my unbroken doubts.
Its arms reaching out.
As the river croons.
The river guides me,
I'm sure of it.
It catches my tears as let them slip.
It's arms reaching out
As the stars tell.
The stars look out for me.
I'm sure of it.
It answers my dreams as I hold them in my grip.
Arms reaching out.
Even as your soul fell.
You live with them now,
I know this.
You feel my sorrow
As I await yet another tomorrow.
You can't reach out.
But you're here. In the trees, the wind, the river, the stars.
In my heart.







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