In the meadow where the wildflowers sway,
Whispers of your laughter linger and play.
The sun dips low, casting shadows long,
A silent echo of your favorite song.

The breeze carries stories we used to share,
In every rustle, I find you there.
Though the world feels quiet and vast,
Your memory dances, holding fast.

Under the starlit, endless sky,
I search for you in the constellations high.
Each twinkling light a gentle reminder,
Of the love that binds, growing ever kinder.

In dreams, we meet where time stands still,
In the whispering meadow, beyond the hill.
Though separated by life’s cruel tide,
In my heart, you always reside.

This poem explores the enduring presence of a loved one’s memory in the natural world, illustrating how they continue to live on in the beauty of the surroundings and the heart of the bereaved.