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As I Look Up to the Skies Above

As I look up to the skies above, The stars stretch endlessly– But somehow all those rays of light Seem dimmer now to me. As I watch the morning sun appear, The shadows still don’t fade— As if the brightest light of all Was somehow swept away. Though I see the branches swaying, And watch their dancing leaves– The echoes carried on the wind Don’t sound the same to me. As I listen to the morning birds Sing softly from afar– It seems to be a mournful tune That echoes in my heart. Another day has come again, As time moves surely on– But nothing now seems quite the same, To know that he is gone. The days and weeks and months ahead Will never be the same– Because a treasure beyond words Can never be replaced. The loss cannot be measured now, The void cannot be filled– And though someday the grief may fade, His mark will live on still. For even with my heavy heart, I know that I’ve been blessed To have been one who’s life he touched With warmth so infinite. – Author Unknown