i whisper to the wind to gently fall upon my back
to push me forth into the world, and whisk away my sorrows
i share secrets with the babbling brooks,
and find kindred spirits amongst the trees
the leaves call to me from above, nurturing my soul as the seasons fade into one another
i call out to the stars in the sky, knowing that my well wishes will reach them in due time,
that my gratitude for the light they give me will be received long after i have departed from this realm
after i have bid farewell to the clouds, and peace has found me,
the wind whispers wistfully to me that a day given
is never a day wasted
