You Are My Sunshine

She is the rustling of the leaves upon the trees She is the buzzing of the bees She is the reflection in your tear She is the whisper of the wind that brushes against your ear She is a sunflower growing tall from the ground That is her name upon the grave mound She is a butterfly, swaying around the flowers She is the one who brings the April showers For she is always near, she is what you hear. My sisters memory is very dear. Find a Cure Pulmonary arterial hypertension For my sister Kaysha Dendinger Sept 15, 1992 - July 21, 2018