Tis only us who grieve
They do not leave 
They are not gone 
They look upon us still 
They walk among the valleys now 
They stride upon the hill 
Their smile is in the summer sky 
Their grace is in the breeze 
Their memories whisper in the grass 
Their calm is in the trees 
Their light is in the winter snow 
Their tears are in the rain 
Their merriment runs in the brook 
Their laughter in the lane 
Their gentleness is in the flowers 
They sigh in autumn leaves 
They do not leave 
They are not gone 
Tis only we who grieve