Never fear your fear. I am close. Don't forget. I am here. In losing your vision enlighten your own undertakings. In leaving our vision enlighten your own understanding. Always. I think you get this way of mine. Do you? I hope so. But if you don't it's no matter. For I shall be just the same, standing by, like some old still-growing tree, her rustle lost in fall but found again come spring. And of course you can lean on me. You can hide in me too. High above. And when you are tired and wish to close your eyes you can rest in me. I will not go. Remember: I shall be your roots and I will be your shade though the sun burns my leaves. I shall quench your thirst and I will feed you fruit though time takes my seed. And when you are lost and can tell nothing of this earth I will give you hope. And my voice you will always hear and my heart you will always share, for I will shelter you and I will comfort you. And even when I am nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you.