Let the Ground Echo

I don’t know where you are anymore, Or if you are at all; Your foreign words echo further, Ageing with each new day. But I still feel you, call you to me In the day, in the night, My mind knows how to replicate you, I hope yours does the same. Let the ground echo the way I love you. May you taste it in the rain, Hear it in the snow, See it in the flowering, fruitful orchards, So that you always know me, Know I’m with you when I can be, And I’m still there when I can’t. Listen for me; birds sing for me.