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Will you pick
strawberries after I’m gone?
Kneel in the dirt and
the sand?
Will you take your
children out to the fields,
forging a bond with
the land?
Will you feed
hummingbirds after I’m gone?
Sunflower seeds for
the jays?
Will you know that it’s
the cardinal’s song
beckoning you through
the haze?
Will you plant
daffodils after I’m gone?
Wait for the blooms
Aprils bring?
Follow the
butterflies in the May sun?
Remember me most in
the spring.
