Rising Sun.
At the setting of the sun
With the falling of the leaves
My last request to you
Is that you do not waste your life in grief.
Think of me as resting
Remember all the smiles
My journey here has ended
But you still have many miles
Stop a while to cherish
The memories that we made
Just do not linger aimlessly
You are too bright for the shade
Your task now is to gather
The flowers from the weeds
It is there that you will find me
Casting brand-new seeds
Don’t think of me with sadness
That’s not my legacy
Whenever you are missing me
Look up to the rising sun
For it is there you will remember
How it all begun.
Clare Kinnaird, 2026.
