This is a song that Dan Fogelberg wrote as a tribute to the painter Georgia O'Keefe. It seems to take on a new meaning since Dan has left us:

Up through the branches
The stars shine above
On the arroyos
And mesas you loved
And as the moon rises
The black mountain mourns
For the old friend
He'll look on no more

Jacks-in-the-pulpit
Bones in the sky
Long winding rivers
That never run dry
And the secrets she gathered
For the wild blowing sands
Breathed in her heart
And in her hands

I sing to your spirit
Where all my dreams dwell
The vision, the freedom
The life lived so well
And I sing in your canyons
And the echoes ring clear
And I wish somehow
You may still hear

He will be missed

RIP Dear Dan
Thanks Quinn