When I am gone, think not that I am dead- Let thoughts of me be your heart's daily bread. Of each familiar thing within your view I shall be part; and there find life anew. You'll find me in the murmur of the pine, Where sun and shadow closely intertwine; You'll see me in the smile of summer noon, When nature seems a drowsy song to croon. Look for me in the wild wind's surge and might! Within the rapture of a star-drenched night, Where mighty trees before the storm winds lean, Or April showers fall soft on meadows green. Where'er you find a lovely sight or sound, Say: "There he loved -  He loved all living things, And from them now his living spirit sings." By Donnie Lakey January 16, 1962