Ode to the Sunshine

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.