In the rising of the sun and
in its going down
We remember them;
In the blowing of the wind and
in the shill of winter,
We remember them;
In the opening of the buds and
in the warmth of summer,
We remember them;
In the rustling of leaves and
the beauty of autumn,
We remember them;
In the beginning of the year and when
it ends,
We remember them;
So long as we live, they too shall live,
For they are now a part of us as
We remember them.