This is a song I wrote after my brother-in- law passed away at the age of 55 years old. His ashes were scattered by a rowan tree.
In these lyrics he takes the role of the narrator/mentor to his living infants Sunny and Rowan.
SUNNY AND ROWAN
All the pain has gone away
There's no need for you to pray
My soul's playing peek-a-boo
Round and round within you
Sunny boy remember me
I'm far away from the misty sea
Flitting petals like a bee
Buzzing by a rowan tree
Inside a smile
Sunny smile and Rowan grow
