in these times wherein the world is changing
and the landslides waken those who slept,
i hear about the floods and all the fires and
wonder if your grave's well-kept
where've you watched from for all these years?
can you see me, from out there in heaven?
do you linger? have you moved along?
are you in elysian fields or have you reincarnated?
sometimes i feel that you're here with me
in these times wherein the forests vanish
in these times when memory's all that's left---
sometimes i think that it's hard to be
so 'til i join you, please stay with me