"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins,
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain,
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors... of the wind....."
I remember when you would chuckle and sing my to sleep. You would sing with passion. With joy. With a smile on your face. And there's nothing I wouldn't do to have that experience once more.
I love you.
