Some fine day, when robins begin to call and the flowers are growing tall . . . think of me.

If you journey to where the mountains stand in majesty,

murmuring their message eloquently . . . speak of me.

When you watch a gray sky lighten and turn to blue, and the grass is damp with morning dew . . . look for me.

If you go walking through a forest with its clothes upon the

ground and gentle snow begins to settle down . . . cry for me.


If you should be alone and overcome by silence and salty teardrops suddenly make you wince . . . call for me.


Whenever you enjoy the wonder of earth and sun or if you ponder the pain of the number “one” . . . please . . . remember me.