Goodbye, Ivy

I'm glad you're not in pain any more.

In the rising of the sun and in its going down
We remember her
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter
We remember her
In the opening of buds and in the warmth of summer
we remember her
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of the autumn
We remember her
In the beginning of the year and when it ends
We remember her.