I'Ll Soon Die

Let me sleep, under the shade of the pine trees. The storms of the human mind, must not kill my acquired peace, which I lent from the sky. I'm now lying on my back and watching the flock of birds, where from they came and where to go they needn't know. The magnets of the earth will make them know. They are migrating from one place to the other, ignorant of their next habitat. They don't know but are destined to go to the place they stayed in winter. Invading the blue of the colossal firmament they are flying in a design, in a rhythm, preconceived by the god, our creator. I'm dying in the dew of grass, inhaling the air with my last breath. I love this very world. So, deny to leave. But, my body is breaking in pieces and getting mingled in earth, water fire, air and sky. I'll soon die........