Renaissance Your birthday is... The day you are born... A celebration... Of your being here… The beginning Of who you are… and a hope... Of who you might be... And then..sometimes.. There comes a time in your life... One of those places... Between birth and death... When you are more you... Than you have ever been before... You are feel more alive… Than you thought... You could ever be... More beautiful and loved… Than you ever thought possible...… You become the essence... Of who you are... You reach the heights of now... You are suddenly standing... In a field of Gold... You experience… Not your birthday… Which is… The day you were born… But your re-birth... Not as someone’s child... Someone’s wife or... Someone’s mother… But… As a woman… You experience… Your Renaissance… This is Diana’s Renaissance Fields Of Gold Performed by Eva Cassidy You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold July 1, 2001 Diana would have been 40... Once she walked The palaces of royalty.. Never able to walk in freedom... Always watched... And photographed Never able to enjoy A summer's day alone... The wind in her hair... The feel of a butterfly As it lights in her hand... She was never able to... Listen to the sweet sound Of the birds ... Singing their morning song...... She longed so to be free…. Then.. The flowers of the world Were laid at her door… That summers day We said good-bye…. There was a field of gold That stretched As far as the eye could see… We brought... The field of flowers to her… The butteflies ...Were everywhere that day The birds... Had never sang so sweetly... All were there... To wish her Godspeed... Now she walks... Forever... In God’s Fields of Gold At last free... At last alone... At last at peace... Happy Birthday Dear Diana I think of you With love today You will always... Walk in my heart... Always.... Maria   My Warmest Thanks To: Gadisa, For her wonderful websetsAnd for all the help she gives me..And most of all...For the warmth of her friendship... And SharonFor the beautiful Diana with Butterflies PictureAndWhose vision of DianaMatches my own