Poem By Mary Naylor
As the ocean clasps the shore,
As the sun warms the air,
As the rain wets the earth,
As the breeze embraces the trees,
So your loved sustained me.
Now you are gone,
and I weep, and I weep...
Yet, the ocean still clasps the shore,
Yet, the sun still warms the air,
Yet, the rain still wets the earth,
Yet, the breeze still embraces the trees,
And I listen,
as the soft night wind whispers,
'Weep not, my love, for we shall meet again! '