Obituary of Brian Keith Johnson

At the Rising of the Sun

At the rising of the sun 
and its going down, 
WE REMEMBER THEM. 
At the blowing of the wind 
and in the chill of winter, 
WE REMEMBER THEM. 
In the opening of the buds 
and in the rebirth of the spring, 
WE REMEMBER THEM. 
At the blueness of the skies 
and in the warmth of summer, 
WE REMEMBER THEM. 
At the rustling of the leaves 
and the beauty of autumn, 
WE REMEMBER THEM. 
As long as we live, they too will live; 
for they are now a part of us, 
As we remember them.