Mum’s Pachelbel Canon

2022

In the warmth of the sun I can feel her love, radiant and gentle as the mourning dove.

In the toiling daisies I can see her face, beautiful and elegant, full of grace.

In the stars of the sky I can see her light, her true nature amidst a temporary night.

In the whisper of the wind I can hear her voice, freed from her shackles she sings her rejoice.