How would you like to be remembered?
When the Sun fades to give way to the Night, 
When the Creatures of Day fall with the Light,
When the Darkness exposes the Stars so Bright,
How would you like to be remembered?

How would you like to be remembered,
As the Birds sing their last Harmonies,
As the large red Oak softly Grieves,
As the last Hope simply Leaves,
How would you like to be remembered?

How would you like to be remembered,
Where the Ocean’s tanks meets the Sky’s spear,
Where Thunder strikes every heart with fear,
Where Storms of Power leave thoughts crystal clear,
How would you like to be remembered?

How would you like to be remembered,
For the gentle Dreams of flowers in bloom,
For the boisterous Giggles that lighten the room,
For the flowing Sea of salt and spume,
How would you like to be remembered?

How would you like to be remembered,    
How the Music danced in your Eyes?
How the Colors exploded in your Sunrise?
How soft silk touched your calloused Hands as you reached for the Skies?
How would you like to be remembered?

How would I like to be remembered?
Why, it’s always been so simple.
With a melancholic melody and a summer storm.
With a final Light to keep them warm.
With a hopeful Cry as their Strength takes form.
With a passionate Promise to Never conform.
How would I like to be remembered?

As I always have been. One More Breeze to stir the Growing Ember.