At the rising of the sun

and at its going down

we remember them.

 

At the blowing of the wind

and in the chill of winter

we remember them.

 

At the opening of the buds

and in the rebirth of spring

we remember them.

 

At the blueness of the skies

and in the warmth of the summer

we remember them.

 

At the rustling of the leaves

and in the beauty of the autumn

we remember them.

 

At the beginning of the year

and when it ends

we remember them.

 

As long as we live

they too will live

for they are now a part of us

as we remember them.