Kenneth Paul Proxmire

With every changing of the season

The sky has seemed to come and say

Lift your thoughts towards the heavens

Come and fly away

Through life there is a beckon

Toward a final flight

The seasons are now preparing

A change from faith to a change of slight

And then one day it can be heard

It would seem nature hears it too

The time has come for a great journey

To a place prepared for you

Rising toward the cloudless day

Riding on gentle winds to glide

Toward that final change of seasons

Where eternity abides

By: Unknown Author