Faded

Your voice has faded
Nothing more than a whisper,
Leaves on the river

My thoughts on friends who come and go in life. The river flows as always, as does life. The image of these tiny leaves afloat on the river is significant. Like so many people in life the river takes them away, either through death or perhaps their season in my life is over. Not to be saddened by this, the river eventually takes us all to the same place.