I shout, "Hello," loud and clear
and many returns to me I hear
And once again "Hello, my friend,
I'll hear you clear until you end,"
The echo is my friend and true
Loud and clear it follows through,
Each word I say it says again
Each time it comes inside the glen,
Many times it copies me,
Loud and clear I shout my glee
But sad I am when time does come
I stop my shout, begin to hum
The time has come to find my home
Through the woods and trails I roam
I weep through moisty crying eyes
For now I know the echo dies

Too young to know Death

Dashed upon the shore of reality,
She lost her dreams to common themes
A waking hour brought shock and pain
And through it all, forgotten dreams
Bright blue eyes filled with sorrow
Tight pink lips turned into a frown
And pale cheeks colored pink
Small hands gripped a mourning gown
Looking up, tears drip from above
Leaning against her angel again
And her own tears fall to the ground
Littering the grass like the rain
A grave before her stands open, filled
the casket seeming far too new for the older one
Who will through time lie here in peace
Until eternity itself has done
Her young face turns to her mother's,
Seeing the lines of age once again
Her mother sees the glance and thinks
8 years is far too young for this pain