In the rising of the sun and in its going down, we remember Lino. In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember Lino. In the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember Lino. In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember Lino. In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember Lino. In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember Lino. When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember Lino. When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember Lino. When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember Lino. So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember Lino.