The Tree Frog
Written in honor of Lisa Rowe (July 23, 1948 - Nov. 10, 2019)
Tante,
You are not gone, for you are in the frog that leaps through the Ecuadorian rainforest!
You are in the swirl of smoke from the shamans fire.
You are not gone, for you are the howl of the wolf at the full moon.
You are the wisdom that whispers through the birch trees.
You are not gone, for you are the fresh powder on a Canadian ski slope,
You are a greek sunset, and a Turkish sunrise.
You are not gone, for you live in the hearts of all who knew you!
You will live on!
©JennaClaireDouglass
Tante,
You are not gone, for you are in the frog that leaps through the Ecuadorian rainforest!
You are in the swirl of smoke from the shamans fire.
You are not gone, for you are the howl of the wolf at the full moon.
You are the wisdom that whispers through the birch trees.
You are not gone, for you are the fresh powder on a Canadian ski slope,
You are a greek sunset, and a Turkish sunrise.
You are not gone, for you live in the hearts of all who knew you!
You will live on!
©JennaClaireDouglass