I walk along this golden creek,
through this season so brief and beautiful,
and think of you.
Who knows which breath will be our last?
Our lives are as fleeting as the colors of this day,
as easily washed into memory.
But while we live, let us live richly.
Like this amazing afternoon,
let us shine our gold and sing our colors to the sky.
And when we go, may the glow of our being linger
in the hearts and minds of all whose lives we touched,
and may they be better and more joyous for having known
our laughter and our kindness and our love.