I hear you

I still hear your stories Carried softly to my ears, Like summer whispers drifting Through the rustling leaves. The birds still sing your songs, Spreading wide across the hills, Filling valleys, touching rivers, With light and sound that lives. The wind still hums your laughter, Weaving echoes through the trees, A fleeting warmth upon my skin, Like dusk that never fades. And when the stars awaken, Their shimmer feels like home, A quiet glow upon the earth, As if you never left.