Echo's of the Great Song

Always there yet far away but out of reach The echoes of her great song, still heard It will never end till all that felt her joy also join the choir And she that passed in the springtime of her being, gave so much, more than she knew Giving so much, she left an unfillable void that can only shrink, slowly, slowly in time Love lost the hardest way, with no choices, only acceptance Through all though some comfort can be found In knowing that all she knew was love and trust, what more could any ask. And all that came within the sound of her song, gained, and were honoured To have known her was a gift from above, a treasure But the closest to her can only ask and never know…why? Her spirit still sings, her echo’s sound on.