The spirits are dancing with the light of the valley. The dancing is our remembrance of our friends. As our feet move slowly with the grace of mighty love, so do our great thoughts act diligently into the words of remembrance. The eternal flowers are the songs which we sing for those whom we love. As by a measure of light do we live, and so by a measure of wisdom do we remember them. And as the soft grace speaks calmly with the windy eyes of death, so does strong fortitude speak bravely of the glories of our lives. And as I remember the simple smiles of purity and joy in the eyes of the living, I think of these eyes as I dance upon the field of human freedom.