Ever since singing his songs around a campfire
I knew he was someone I would always admire.
The pictures he could portray
in my mind will forever stay.
The warmth and beauty he often shared
could only come from one who cared.
Alas, like all good things, his life ended too quick
and when I first heard, it made me sick.
To continue life when his light went dim
has been a struggle, like learning to swim.
By keeping his dream alive
in my heart, is how I survive.
Living with arms open to nature
and peaceful coexistence with everything pure.