In loving memory of Louis Cipolla.

In the rising of the sun, and its going down

I remember Him in the blowing of the wind, and the chill of winter...

I remember Him in the opening of the buds, and the rebirth of spring...

I remember Him in the blueness of the sky, and the warmth in summer...

I remember Him in the rustling of leaves, and the beauty of autumn...

I remember Him in the beginning of the year and when it ends...

I remember Him when I am weary, and in need of strength.

When I have joys I yearn to share.

So long as I live, he too shall live,

For he remains a part of me, As I remember Him.