Do Not Weep

Do not fear my final breath.
Do not weep upon my death.

Do not cry beside my tomb.
For I’m the flowers of spring that bloom.

For I am now the four winds of change.
Whispering over each mountain range.

For I’m the springtime gentle rains.
Giving life to once barren plains.

For I’m the diamonds that fill the night.
Piercing the velvet canvas bright.

For I’m the first chirp without warning.
Gently waking your every morning.

So do not weep and do not cry.
You’re not alone, I did not die