This one goes out to my bestest friend who has left for a mission to Rochester, NY for 18 months. I will miss you dearly...
The Sunshine has left.
It is no more.
Only Blue Sky here,
For 17 months more.
Zions is on pause.
Hiking is too.
Virgin daquiri's are gone,
Just to name a few.
No more sprinklers
And dancing in the rain,
Or throwing rocks
To relieve the pain.
Boo misses Belle
And the four-wheeling.
Something I miss most
Is the silly singing.
Both on our missions
For a little while.
For the stories to be told
Will make us sit back and smile.
So just like the Fall,
I'll sit back and wait.
For Sunshine to come back,
To see our Fates.
