Speak to me softly
My love in the wind
The whisper of the trees
Will bring it to me
Speak to me through
The song of the birds
You are always near me
I hear every word.
Your love is in the wind
That blows in the trees
In the gentle rain
And the roaring seas
I see your face in the rainbow
And the stars that shine so bright
You are always near me
As close as the night
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
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